B Cuz!

When I was little I loved to play with my cousins. I liked going to their house and them coming to my house and meeting up at the grandparents house. It was great. We got up to all sorts of stuff. I think why I enjoyed it so much, especially when I was little, was that I was an only child for about 4 years and then after that the closest thing I had to brothers was boy cousins. I always wanted to do what my cousins were doing. If they were playing in the dirt or jumping on the trampoline then that is where I wanted to be. That worked out pretty well later on when they were earning their Eagle Scout awards and going on missions because I wanted to do those things too.

Growing up we went over to Aunt Liz's almost every Sunday to see my great-grandma Roxy and to play with the cousins. They have this funny home video of us playing with one of those fisher price or tyco toy kitchens. Lafe was in the oven and I wanted to play with the stove. I kept going up to my aunt and saying, "Lafe won't let me play with the shove. I wanna play with the shove." My cousins still think it is hilarious and will quote me at any opportune time. Other things I remember doing on those Sunday's at their house was playing with playdough, drawing, sardines, hide and seek, climbing on the jungle gym and in the big tree. I also remember taking shots of vinegar, cleaning pennies, crawling through the broken bedroom door, and eventually not being allowed outside when they got their german dog who liked to eat tall blonde males.

Oh, those were the days.

Not exactly what I was playing with, but close enough.