Aunt Keturah, your father's youngest sister (you call her guu guu) came to see you yesterday. Before your were born, she didn't come over that much. Apparently both your father and I are too boring for her. The food that I made was the only reason to drive her to our house. It still is now, but YOU are the primary reason.
Her obsession with you has grown so huge that your image appears on her everything: Blackberry screen (In fact, your face is on every family member's cellphone, even your grandparents. So in case anyone's phone gets lost, it will be returned to this blog), Facebook page, notebook screen, desk, room......she might also have a LV bag with your face collage. And so she got bumped with questions like, "Oh, your baby is so cute. How old is he now?", "Have seen your son's pictures on Facebook, he's growing up so fast."
She and I share the same birthday. We hate same kind of persons. We talk about you non-stop. We are close.
Yesterday, she spent an afternoon playing with you in the park. You got all tired and wanted a nap. I showed her how I read to you to get you fall asleep. She did a perfect job. She read you to sleep. You snored her to sleep.