When I was in high school I decided that I was never going to have children:  I would be a horrible parent, and why contribute to the overpopulation of the earth?  But to continue on the family line, my *brother* should have kids.  And they would be adorable, and his firstborn would be a boy named “Aidan” because I loved that name and it would be “Aidan and Auntie Dren,” and we would be bestest of buddies, because everyone knows it’s much more fun to be the aunt that the primary caregiver.

Well, he didn’t have kids (yet).  But I did.  And so did his friends.  One of which named his firstborn “Aidan,” who now goes to school with my firstborn.

If you’re my brother, that collision of worlds along with the oddness of the reality of adulthood will just blow.your.mind.  If you’re not my brother, you can just look at the oh-so-cute boys carrying their pumpkins around in grocery sacks, just like every other good American preschooler.

Daily Drivel, JJ Jawings