Dr. Andrew

There comes a time in every woman's life, that she must relinquish all care and control of her male companion, and hand it over to her....

four-year-old nephew.

Wait. That's not the case?

The Guckeen family vacation of exploring, hiking and climbing our way through northern Minnesota last weekend quickly became an agenda of eating pie and sitting on the resort deck overlooking Lake Superior sipping Tequila Sunrises when Seth the Southern Charmer sprained his ankle.

Well. It was always going to involve eating pie and the resort bar, but it just turned out that we didn't get in the exercise we were planning to work all those added calories off.

Apparently one person a week sprains their ankle climbing on the rocks at the shoreline of Grand Marais, or so says the emergency room doctor there. Seth met their quota for the week of September 15.

And Amy the Girlfriend's tender loving care took a quick backseat to that of my nephew Andrew's.

Holding his crutches, opening the door, getting him the remote, guiding him through parking lots, making sure he was entertained, hugs good night. Andrew even went so far as to lecture my mom on the proper care of Seth when he wanted to go out and play. 

And I sat. Unwanted. Not needed. All power and control of my man friend relinquished to Dr. Andrew.

It couldn't have made my vacation much cuter.