Mr. Man took over my duties and I slipped away to my folks house for the day. My big brother met me there and we had ourselves a crab boil. It was beyond delicious and a fun day hanging out with just the adults.
We pulled out my mom's Christmas decorations and laughed and cried and swapped stories.
I give my brother a hard time about being the first born, hogging all the good genes, and but I love him immensely, even though he stole my dimples.
PS Mr. Man promises that they drove slowly passed some Christmas Lights and he read lots of Christmas Stories to the kids.