Cousin Collision

They're a handful. They're youngsters who never fail to take joy in a boy who beat himself up with pillows to entertain them. They're the self-appointed kings of the world. They're...drrrrrrrrrrrrapataptap... my cousins!

this picture depicts me, my sisters, my aunt, and my cousins (who had better things to do), photographed by my mother. And the part about the beat up boy? Yeah. It was me. What I do for family.

Of course they were assets too. We played cops and robbers, the younger of my two older cousins saying "I'm a police" whenever I told him he was the thief. We also had about 1 hour's extra screen time. All five kids had half an hour of our nintendo DS, which I'm guessing they don't have by the way Johnny, the oldest, kept asking me the location of after I told him about it. Maybe I shouldn't have.

A bittersweet goodbye and they've gone, disappeared to Utah again. And I might want to keep it that way.