Bestest times.

We had the bestest brinner EVER!

KJ made bacon and potatoes and eggs and MUFFINS and mmmmh. It was amazing.

Later Inti and I sat on the stoop of his house. And we stumbled on an awesome new game: I'll-pretend-my-house-is-your-house. (Inti is awesome at making up games. Case in point: he and Mike have a game called Ouwie-no-ouwie!)

It's an advanced game only for super smart people.

Inti points in the general direction of my house (not visible) and says "take me to my house."

And I point to his house (right behind us) and say: "Oh, we are already by my house."

And then he says, "no, I want to go home. To MY house." (meaning not his house)

And then I say, OH you mean my house? We're already at my house. (meaning not my house)

Repeat x 20.

(As I said, for smart people. You wouldn't understand...)

And after 21 times, I say: "well, I really have to go to MY house. Really. My real house. My actual house."

And he says: No.

And I say: Really. Really.

And he says: Okay. But first a hug and a kiss.




Aw. Little Boo. I love you so.