Mr. Mom.

Within half an hour of Joey and Eva leaving for the night, 

I'd already been called 'mom' at least twice. 

"Mom -haha- I mean, Max, can you get me some crystal light?"

"Maw-oh-Max where's Emree?" 

 [Optimus leading the greatest car battle I've ever seen]

 Sunset walk.

"Max take a picture of me in front of this sign."

 "Rett's turn!"

During the next 24 hours I became: 

babysitter, 

ice cream maker, 

diaper changer, 

dish washer, 

fort builder, 

dance party instructor,

peace keeper, 

medicine giver, 

dog walker, 

aka, mom.

We had a little da-hance fiesta. 

Listening to that Disney Halloween rock.

[I know, I never knew there was such a thing either]

Rita's got some moves.

  Girl can dance.

Emree too. 

Safe in our fort.

Baby Rita fell asleep in my arms. 

I'll never forget that moment. 

I wish they'd never grow up.

 I mean, 

they just don't come cuter than this. 

Pita pots.

"Max, you're the best baby sitter ever." 

Yeah Rye Rye, I think I'd have to agree with you.