I like to think that I am a fun mom. B usually prefers my company to that of other adults.  However, SweetRickey came to town and I have been forgotten.

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t mind, not at all.  It’s just funny to hear every sentence start with “Aunt[SweetRickey]” instead of “Mommy.”  (Frankly, I could get used to it!)

The goofiest lighthouse tenders ever!

Always helpful, SweetRickey holds my books.

Practicing in the Sports Challenge exhibit. When I suggested making more than one trip with the balls, I was yelled at.

I totally caved and bought cotton candy. It's delicious.