I'm at my sister's house in Kenosha. Kids grow fast. My sister's sorting through clothes, Collin's clothes, 2.5 years old. Collin's small for his age but she already has a few considerable piles from two large rubber bins. Some of the stuff will fit his brother, Logan (aka LJ), and some stuff will fit him in a few months. Unfolding each piece, looking at its size, examining it, "waist size is everything," she says. I'm not paying attention, poking around on the computer, and not sure what prompts it, as she turns to me and says,
"Some advice:
A happy wife is a happy life."
She tells me to be attentive and responsive to the ladies, because "most of them are keeping track, most of them are taking notes."
Adding, she says
"Romance starts in the kitchen."
"...just remember that lil tidbit there."
Very good advice. She's be giving it to me the past two days. Kristie has always been mature beyond her years. I'm going to be very wise by tomorrow.
