I'm sorry, B Dog

An open letter of apology to my nephew, Benny, after our visit this month:

I'm sorry, B, that your cousins smother you with lovies every time they see you...

I'm sorry that you were poked by a multitude of fingers...

...and straws and were forced to hold hands unwillingly.

I'm sorry that you were forced to dress up in the earmuffs that Luke

found in your Mom's car...

I'm sorry that you lacked the fine motor skills to yank
those babies off your head...
I saw the shame in your eyes...

I'm sorry that your female cousin brought along her arsenal of colored
 hair extensions, brushes and dolls when she visited...

I'm sorry that you were assaulted with girly accoutrements while you slept.

Love, Your Aunt Annie