As I sat at the breakfast bar this morning, Jack whispered loudly in his mom's ear. "Can she play with me?"
"Who?" she asked, listening as he urgently whispered some more. "Courtney? Annabelle? Richard?"
He shook his head fiercely and then looked at me. "Her!" he pointed. "My cousin! Can she come to the playroom and practice my basketball with me?"
"You mean Tracey?" his mom asked, and he nodded vigorously.
I laughed. It's not every day a 55-year-old lady gets such an invitation from a 5-year-old boy. Plus, I liked the way my first cousin twice removed simplified our relationship. "You bet!" I replied hopping off my stool. "Let's play!"
"Who?" she asked, listening as he urgently whispered some more. "Courtney? Annabelle? Richard?"
He shook his head fiercely and then looked at me. "Her!" he pointed. "My cousin! Can she come to the playroom and practice my basketball with me?"
"You mean Tracey?" his mom asked, and he nodded vigorously.
I laughed. It's not every day a 55-year-old lady gets such an invitation from a 5-year-old boy. Plus, I liked the way my first cousin twice removed simplified our relationship. "You bet!" I replied hopping off my stool. "Let's play!"
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