I'm staying at my brother and sister-in-law's house on Thursdays, because who wouldn't want to spend as much time as possible with my nephew. (My family has also decided that I need the opposite treatment of solitary confinement...which would be... social affliction?) Several days ago, my nephew decided to eat a Christmas light. Sister-in-law caught on to what the little monster was doing with enough time to pull out 2/3 of the munched bulb. The other third is mysteriously gone. Todd and Sarah now have to dig through his poop with a plastic fork, looking for the missing piece. If it doesn't come out by tomorrow, they need to take him to the hospital for x-rays. Between his cookie monster obsession and this incident, we are pretty convinced Aidan is training himself to become the next Michel Lotito. Egads, look at those teeth!
At some point, while talking about the bulb feast of nephew Boo and poo digging, we noticed that Todd is not friends with my uncle, Tim, on the Facebook. With little prompting, Todd sent Tim a friend request, stating that it was depressing his request would never be granted. But what if it suddenly was? What if Uncle Tim responded to the request and we found out Facebook was the missing link to the after world. What if the 80 billion people who have ever lived signed up for Facebook accounts? The systems would crash - whole computer systems would go down!
But then, how cool would it be for me to say that I'm friends with Moses? Or, what would it mean if Moses never friended me back? And what about Abraham, Sarah added. His family connections would include everyone, because his progeny is more numerous than all the grains of sand. Is it bad of me to wonder what sort of Facebook profile Jesus would have? I ask. I bet he would be friends with everyone! No, Sarah decided. He would send out a friend request to everyone and all you would need to do is accept him!
By this point, the three of us are dying laughing. That's terrible! I tell Sarah. Yeah, but it's true though!
I should come up to my brother's house more often.
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