Yesterday was my nephew Deklan's birthday. He's 7 now. He's a cute kid. I phoned him to wish him a happy birthday and he sounded kind of happy to hear from me, but also a little disappointed.
"Hello...?" he said.
"Hi, Deklan!" I said, "Happy Birthday!"
"Thanks..." he said.
"Do you know who this is?" I asked.
"Yes..." he said.
"Who?" I asked.
"It's Auntie Ci-Ci!" he replied.
"That's right! How was your day?" our conversation went on. All the while, I noticed this slight bit of agitation in his voice, but I didn't know why. He sounded like he had a fun day. He got some pretty good presents. Nothing was wrong at school.
Finally, he got to what he was nervous about saying:
"Auntie, Ci-Ci?" he started, timidly, before he started stuttering, "Does Auntie Jo...Do you...Does Jos...Where do...Is you..."
He took a big breath and then finished his question:
"Does Auntie Josie live with you? 'Cuz I really want to talk to her."
"No, sweetie," I said, "Auntie Josie lives with Nana, because Nana is her mom."
"Oh," he said, forlornly, "Well, if she happens to stop by your place, would you tell her that she can come to my birthday party?"
"I'll tell her that." I said.
I don't think she'll be going to his party though since we live in Utah and he lives in Alberta, but his party is right around Thanksgiving break, so there is a chance...not a very high one, but a chance none the less.
I hope he won't be too disappointed when she doesn't show up for the party. Isn't it nice to be loved? I think it would be kind of fun to be young enough that my neices and nephews wanted to have me as a friend. Then again, it might be kind of strange, too.
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