i spent saturday at sister #2’s house in honor of her husband stinky’s birthday. the entire sister club was there along with the kidlings. the peanut was growing increasingly crabby as the hour drew near midnight. he would have none of that sleeping nonsense. so, in all my auntly wisdom, i grabbed him and we danced as i sang peanut butter jelly time, and he loved it. really, i think it’s in the genes.