at our family reunion yesterday, i made a new best friend. he's three years old, and it was my first time meeting him. here's my relation to him: his dad is my dad's cousin. got it?
several of us were playing a game called "washers". he and his dad came down to watch. somehow, he latched onto me. maybe because i coaxed him to play? he told me he was going back to the shelter house to get a drink. i said, "okay". his response? "you're coming with me, right?" oh sure.
we went up and got his drink. he told me to carry it while we walked - correction, while i walked, and he skipped - back to the washers game. he told me he's a really good skipper, and he practices.
after playing the game for awhile more, he wanted - actually i think it was me who wanted - to go play something different. we walked back to the shelter house to get his soccer ball. a guy walked by, and my new bff asked innocently, "is that your boyfriend?"
i did not even know how to respond. the guy is 92 years old and was limping to the bathroom using his cane. he is my grandma's brother-in-law.
thankfully, my grandma was standing there and overheard this.
"he might as well be," she said. "he's got a lot of money and is about to die anyway." awesome.
lol
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