Well, I became an aunt for the first time yesterday. It's a weird feeling, knowing that I'm an aunt to somebody, you know, another person.
All my life, I have been taught that it's the aunt's responsibility to "warp" the niece or nephew. My cool aunt did a REALLY good job at it and I have been informed I must carry on the tradition.
When Caleb was three hours old, I had a little talk with him and explained how things should go, you know, according to God's will of course, so he's set for life. I occasionally remember things I forgot to mention to him, but he seems to be doing alright. I guess on Saturday I'll have to have a talk with Joshua too, just to get him started on the right track. If this is called warping, then this I can handle!