When I arrived at my brother’s house last week I heard all about Robert’s hair…yikes! My nephew refused to get it cut. For weeks his mom and dad had been telling him that he desperately needed to get it cut! But nope! That is, until his Mim came into town. I told Stephanie (my sister-in-law) that I’d get him to cut it, and guess what…and it’s only because I’m his Mim! (A few years ago his 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Porter, told me she was so glad to finally meet me. She said that all the time he talked about "his Mim…his Mim, his Mim, his Mim…all the time!" That, I will never forget.
The reason he wouldn’t smile in this picture is because I was kickin’ his butt at Settlers of Catan:)