Day 7 - A special surprise

Today, my little sister came over to visit. She had taken my 2 nieces down to Florida for a little vacation and they drove over to visit. She got here about 1pm so we all went to lunch. So we went to a little Greek restaurant that is known for their pizza. No offense to the Greeks, but I have a problem. What kind of Greek restaurant serves a Gyro that is frozen and then just heated on the stove. I thought that real Greek Gyro meat was slowly cut off the spit as to fully represent the Greek heritage and provide me with the best tasting lamb meat possible. I think they should lose their Greek card for the sandwich I was served. Maybe I am a little sour as it took a couple of tries to even get the pizza right. My sister is allergic to milk products. So she orders her pizza without cheese. When her pizza comes with cheese, the waiter politely explains that he didn't think she really wanted a pizza without cheese. So he acknowledges he heard her order it without cheese, fully understood what she wanted, and then because that is not how he would order it, brings her a different order. Now he has lost his Greek card and capable waiter card. Quite disappointing.

So we spend the day chasing my terror of a 4 year old niece everywhere she shouldn't be and stopping her from doing everything she shouldn't be doing. I have never quite seen a child like her. I know that everyone says that they have one in their family, but anyone that wants to make a bet, name the price. This child has more energy than Jim Carey on crack. I love her, but I would love a little less energy.

Then I take the 2 year old out into the ocean. She sees these big fish about 10 feet out. I am carrying her at this point. She says, "get the fish". So I mockingly chase the fish. Sensing that I am just placating her, she gets upset and tells me to run faster. So she continues to lament my slow running and how the fish are much faster than me. Granted, I might be fat and out of breath, but I don't need a 2 year old reminding me of that. I should have put her down in the water and seen how fast she could have run.

All kidding aside, I couldn't have had a better day. My sister and her kids are so much fun and I love to be around them. I wish I could see them more often. But, onto the special surprise. So my little 2 year old niece is swimming in the pool. None of my man crew from yesterday are around because there is boccie ball on Friday afternoons and usually a shuffleboard game breaks out after, so they are all away without me. Lucky for us, the pool is empty. We look over and there is something brown coming out of her suit. She goes to the bathroom in the pool and her diaper doesn't hold it in. We get her in a towel as soon as we can, but now we have human poop in the pool, in the towel, and on my sister.

So, needless to say, my sister stays for dinner while we wash the swimsuits, towels, and swim diapers. So then it gets me thinking. Given the perfect timing, was my sister just looking for an invite for dinner? We were done with the day and everything was over. She was going to leave as soon as we got out. It is almost as if my sister gave her daughter a sign and she dropped a load in the pool. Perfectly orchestrated to ensure clean bathing suits and a free meal to cap off the day. It worked out just a little too perfect.

Well, until tomorrow...