Some of you may remember reading about my nephew, Branson. If you haven't heard of him, you can read a little about him here. Judging from that post I think it's safe to say he had a bit of a crush on me. Since Matt and I dated long distance, we had been together for a few weeks before the inevitable meeting of the two men vying for my affections.
I had told Branson that my 'friend' was coming over to the apartment for the weekend, and he just so happened to be there as well that weekend. The night that Matt was to arrive I was spending some time with Branson.
So I guess your friend is coming tonight, huh?
Yeah, I think you will like him, he likes to play with cars so you guys can play together.
(Look, I wanted them to get along! Matt had never played with cars since I'd known him.)Where is he sleeping?
Um...well...THE COUCH?! (The kid was five! Who even asks that?! I was so flustered!)
You look different tonight Rebekah.
Oh? Different good or different bad?
Hmm...he looked me up and down...bad.