Yesterday, I fell asleep at my sisters house, and when I woke up, there was a stuffed toy squished into my arms. I asked my nephew about it, and he said that he wanted it to keep me warm, and he heard me crying, and the toy would take care of me in my sleep.
I’m gonna miss him when he moves away.
My nephew spent five full minutes telling me about the baby chickens he has at his preschool. The best thing, he got to name two of them. And no joke, he told me he named them “Buffy” and “Spike”. I shit you not.
He is a little legend.