As I write today, I am sitting here with a heating pad on my back. I have spent the last 2 afternoons with my nephew, who turns 2 in October. For some reason, children find me entertaining, and they think I am one of them, or at least it seems that way. My nephew's favorite game to play with Aunt Dinda is to run at her full speed with his arms folded and slam into her, causing her to fall to the ground. This is endless loads of fun, hence the heating pad. I just hope he grows out of this before he reaches the age of 12 or so. Then, he got the idea of taking his play lawn mower and trying to run me over. He also has learned how to throw buckets of water at his Aunt Dinda. I wouldn't change that for the world.

This also brings back memories of my friends children, who when I stayed over, loved to wake me up with balls being thrown at my head at 7 am, and then make me play board games until the rest of the house wakes up. That has changed to the 7 year old going "Come on Splenda, trust me and fall back, I promise to catch you!" Now really, not that I don't trust the kid, but he is 7. Of course, he does have the ability to hold me down because I am weak armed apparently. Both of my friends boys have forced me to watch Transformers, not the movie, but the cartoon. I have played endless hours of arcade games (which they know I secretly love), and the older child who is 12, tried to teach me how to ride a skateboard. Needless to say, I am better at carrying the skateboard than riding it.

I guess this means that I have many years ahead of me to keep the heating pad on my back, and hope that someone has a girl that will like to play princess or tea party before my joints give out.