
Technically this ‘happy’ happened sometime last week. My curly haired boy has an adorable nephew. He is six, and he is cuter than any of your nephews, that’s how cute he is. We ate dinner with my curly haired boy’s family, and instead of playing with his new Pac Man game or his hot wheels or his nerf guns my ‘not nephew’ begged and begged us to tell him scary stories. One after another, until we were all out of six-year-old appropriate stories.
THEN we played with the pac man and the hot wheels and the Nerf guns.

I live in Louisville, Kentucky. That is pronounced ‘Lou-ah-vul, Ken-tuk-ee’ for those people born somewhere they pronounce the letter ‘L’ like it is an actual member of the alphabet.

