Carol and I are waiting at home with Uncle Ron babysitting us. He got his shot early in the morning and is not in the best of moods. Carol, Davey - Uncle Ron's little and I are doing our best to be good. Carol told me how were the daddies last year and she is grateful to have me and not be alone this time. We heard the daddies fighting last night even though they were not exactly shouting or screaming. After a breakfast of milk and cereals uncle Ron looks tired so we convince him to take a nap and promise to be good, come what may. We may be naughty, but we are not cruel. We sit in the living room. Davey and Carol are trying to put together the new Harry Potter jigsaw puzzle that daddies got us last week and I am trying to read a book. There is chips and cookies and milk that we are hoggin
