tired

I took Senor Onion to visit my Mom and a couple of my siblings. It was a lovely day. My Mother's cousin was in town for the day so we ended up hanging out with her for a bit as well.
Life with Senor Onion is sometimes like being a member of some celebrity's entourage. Everywhere we went (and I suppose it is partly because my Mom lives in a small town) we had to stop and let people look upon Senor Onion. I am not his Mother I am like... Diddy's umbrella holder. (Only I don't dress so swank)
I wonder if I can start getting people to offer him gifts. (we will accept gold, frankincense and myrrh. And ponies!) Maybe we can start opening hospitals and daycare centers like minor members of the British royal family. I bet we could be more gracious about it than Princess Michael of Kent. (though she doesn't officially carry out duties.)

After a day of being gazed upon and watching him do his best to be extra cute, we went home. For Mummy was tired. He was even patient when we were driving home and we were stuck in rush-hour traffic. So I forgave him for completely losing his shit when we got home. Obviously it was cocktail hour and we weren't serving him his sidecar fast enough.