2001-12-12 | 7:20 p.m.
ode to baby

so the other day right before i'm supposed to go home from work, i get a call from a horrible, horrible man appropriately named oscar (y'know, like oscar the grouch, only oscar the grouch is nicer than this man). he refused to accept the answer to his problem that i was giving him (which, by the way, turned out to be absolutely accurate). the problem was that the answer i gave him removed blame from the company i work for, and he was determined to be mad at us. the point is, though, that he caused me to stay 2 hours late at work and put me in a bad mood with his rudeness.

on the way home, i stopped by my brother's house to whine. the first thing i saw as i walked through the door was my 2 year old nephew, michael. he was watching peter pan. as soon as he saw me, he yelled, "negan!" (he calls himself nichael) and ran over to me to give me a kiss. then he grabbed my hand, led me to the bathroom door, and pointed to a sign that was on the door. "potty. chart." he pointed to the words in the wrong order. it was so cute! then he decided it was bath time, so i drew a bath doubling up on the bubbles (i can do that 'cause i'm the aunt), and he played in there for like an hour while we sang all the songs he knows (3 or 4 times each). by the time i left, i'd forgotten completely about being mad at oscar.

in fine, i love michael. he's the best mood medicine ever! i think i'll go visit him now.