Having A Great Time

I am having such a great time, here in Kentucky. For those that didn't know, I came out here to help my sister with her son. He has Downs Syndrome but you would never know it by the way he acts. He is one smart little cookie. Well not so little. He is 24 and gives me a run for my money. He loves to aggravate me. And I love to give it right back. He's always saying, 'good grief' so I asked on FB what a good grief was. Then I said I don't believe I've ever had one. Guess not many people have cause I only got one response. Josh is so full of fun you just have to have a good time around him. Sometimes he sits in the chair and acts like he's asleep by snoring. So, in my screechiest, high pitched, operatic voice I sing "We All Live In A Yellow Submarine". That gets him awake (lol) and started. 'Jan will you please stop it. I'm trying to sleep over here'. 'Well if you snore, I sing'. 'Good grief' is always the answer. See what I mean? He's on my bed right now trying to agitate me. He kisses my elbow and I yell that he's burning me with his prickly beard. He does a Roscoe P. Coltrane laugh (he loves The Dukes of Hazzard). Or he will come in here and start taking stuff, hide it behind his back and tell me he has a surprise for me. So I have to close my eyes and the whole nine yards so he can surprise me with my own stuff. Then he laughs cause I puff up and say 'Josh! You little thief'. Yesterday he said he had a fat belly; then he added just like Jan's. I busted up. You never know what the turkey will say.
I always admired my sister Nancy for the way she has taken care of and managed this guy from baby-hood til now. To me she is remarkable and very special. God knew what He was doing, as always, when He gave Josh to my sister. And He knew what He was doing when He sent me out here so I could understand myself how very, very special my nephew is. In more ways than one . I am so blessed to have the family I have.