There's no "I" in "threesome."

So I’m gonna be watching my niece for a week in May while my sister goes to New Orleans

To make sure she doesn’t play hooky or throw all night raves or OD or whatever (what do sixth graders do?)

And I’m actually really excited. I grew up with her living in the same house as me. She’s more like a sister to me than a niece. And then I turned 18 and I’ve hardly seen her since.

I miss her a lot. She’s the weirdest person I know—like if you combined Leslie Knope with Chucky from Child’s Play—but she’s a good kid. It will be nice to spend time with her again.