BBC came to visit for about a day and half this week. Short visit, he had to work, but it was a fun one. Would love to have him closer than B-more, but I’ll take these quick trips when I can. He brings out my goofiness and the laughs don’t stop. I love how Morgan gloms onto him, how Coever gives him her gummy smiles. I know he’s going to be the uncle that teaches them to run hail mary’s, shows them how to do fade aways from the three point line, gives them ice cream and Pop-Tarts for dinner, lets them stay up late watching whatever they want on television, you know, in general just spoils them stupid. Just so long as he doesn’t teach them to do monkey jumps off the staircase while shouting, “Break yo’ self fool!”, we’ll be okay. Love that BBC!