Okay, this one was enough to break my blogger silence.

So it’s our anniversary (11 years of Cabana Boy marriage, 13 years since our first date) and we’re all riding home from an evening of brews and wings with the family in the back of my dad’s minivan. I had just finished eliciting promises from the girls that, at least through Sunday, they would not do to each other any of the things that make their sister go “STOP!”

I thought that my little 5 year old nephew was contributing to my cause with his new name for Sierra: “Little Miss Pit Stop.” But as his next sentence revealed, I was oh, so wrong.

“Yeah Siewwa! You’we Little Miss Pit Stop because you always pissed off Aja!”