Sosy and her friend Audrey were talking family yesterday.
Audrey stopped her there.
Out of everyone on that list Audrey recognized only Becky and me. We hang out quite a bit with her parents.
She usually keeps her distance, eyeing me from behind mom’s leg or the back of a couch, occasionally mustering the nerve to wave or give me something she’s colored.
“Do you love your Uncle Shaun?” Audrey asked.
“Ummmm,” Sosy stalled. “He likes to talk.”
Which, technically, I keep telling myself, is not a “no.”