Forget the Easter bunny, you’d have thunk Santa arrived when Uncle Peter and I drove up to Grandma’s house for Easter dinner. Anyone living within a five mile radius of Grandma and Papa’s house heard the news. Our eight-year-old nephew, thrilled beyond containment, threw open the front door and screamed “PEEEE-DER!” as soon as he spotted our car coming around the corner – inadvertently broadcasting
our Peter’s arrival to the family gathering. Then he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared – to do a couple impromptu happy laps around the living room table I imagine. Two seconds later he reappeared, this time squealing in his adorable little-boy voice “HI PETERrrrrrrr!” before bouncing out of view again. Once we got through the front door (which must have felt like an eternity for the adrenaline pumped little man) Derek bellowed, “EVERYBODY, PETER IS HEEEEEER!!!” just in case anyone missed his previous bulletins. Not that I had any doubt but this pretty much sums up the pecking order in our relationship with our nephew: Uncle Peter is sugar and Aunt Dana is who? I haven’t even come close to earning a spot on his ‘cool’ radar. Thank heavens for little boys and their sweet emotional transparency.