We went to Joyce and Chuck’s last week to get some fire wood. It’s always a fun place to go so we took Brenden along with us. After lunch Brenden wanted to walk around to see all the animals again. I got up to take him but he said, “I want Aunt Joyce.”
My feelings weren’t hurt for too long because I couldn’t blame him. Joyce knows just where the chickens hide, she isn’t afraid to be attacked by the geese or the horns of the goats, and she can help him feed and ride the donkeys.
Yep, I would want Aunt Joyce too.