Our friend Tyler has his cousins in town for Thanksgiving. They arrived last Saturday. When the entire family sat in front of ours in Church, I couldn't help but count the number of girls.
(The following conversations with Garrett were TOTALLY serious. He had a STRAIGHT face the whole time. he sincerely believes that this is a CRISIS of EPIC proportions)
Garrett: "I know! He can't. We must offer him shelter."
And so, most nights this week, Tyler has spent the night.
The other night I asked Garrett -
"Is Tyler spending the night tonight?"
Garrett: "I'm sure he is. He HAS to get out of there. It's a black hole of ESTROGEN. You get sucked in! It's twelve girls and screaming and yeah....."
Tyler has done some pretty sweet imitations of what it's like to watch all the girls watch The Notebook, Pride & Prejudice and other chick flicks. I can't blame him for crashing at our crib!