Usually our favorite aunties come in the form of our friends who eat with us at Chik Fil A. If not them, then it's the mom of our church family. With these guys though, our favorite auntie is their caseworker. All four kids have the same worker and we see her twice a week. You'd think as much as she is talked about that she is their best friend. We spend time wondering what our caseworker is doing, who she is playing with, what she is eating for breakfast. We have debates regarding how long her hair is, if she has one dog or two, if her cat wears a shirt, and why she doesn't work on Saturdays. We want to go to her house, have a sleepover with her, and invite her to our birthday parties. I have been asked what color Miss Caseworker's toothbrush is, what kind of jammies she is wearing, and what her middle name is. There have been multiple discussions over why Miss Caseworker's last name is that of a common, everyday object. I think the sheer fact that not a day goes by where she is not mentioned is a compliment. The highest compliment for her though comes from Big Sister today: Mom, if I can't live with you, I want to live with Miss Caseworker. Her's nice just like you. It ok I love her too?"
Of course.
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