Shhhhh ... don’t say anything.

My mom and her sister are taking us to the beach and I’m a little worried. They’re down the hall in my cousin’s room giggling and whispering like a bunch of idiots. It’s not good whenever they do that. Well, not good for me, that is ….

See, when Aunt Phyllis and Mom get together, well, I end up being the center of attention, which isn’t always fun. My aunt is kinda neat, but she gets some weird ideas sometimes about how boys should be raised. She hates baseball and my bug collection, and she's always talking about me taking piano lessons and stuff like that.

I don’t know who’s worse … her or Mom.