Row, Row, Row Your Boat

I'm living with my cousins in Albuquerque for the summer. I really quite enjoy it since they live far enough away from Salt Lake that I really haven't had a chance to get to know them as well as I have some other cousins. Last night my 15-year-old cousin "Jeff" and I stayed up until about 11:00 while he played PS2, at which point his mom came downstairs and told him it was time to go to bed. I've been enjoying my position in the house as parent-helper, so when I saw he was hesitant to go to bed, I decided to try my hand.

Me: "Jeff, do you know what you need to do?"
Jeff: "No, what?"
Me: "You need to sing a song."
Jeff: "What???"
Me: "Yeah. You need to sing a good-night song to your teddy bear."
Jeff: "I don't have a teddy bear! He's a monkey!"
Me: "Oh. Well, you need to sing a good-night song to your monkey."
Jeff: "What song?"
Me: "Row, Row, Row Your Boat."
Jeff: "You're weird."

I proceeded to accompany "Jeff" up to his room. I kept on him about it, and eventually, between his giggles, he got out one round of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." It was awesome. I mean, how often do you hear an almost-16-year-old guy singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" to his stuffed monkey?

He then went to bed, so I guess I can count my experiment as a success.

I love my life.

Yellow

Yellow, it was. All of it. Every bit. Nothing I could do about it. So I didn't. My only choice was to write a blog about it. So here I am.

Anyway, welcome to the blog of Yellow. This being my first post, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm a BYU Junior of the male persuasion. Life for me is all about collecting stories. Some experiences are funny, some are sad, some are just plain silly, but they all become a part of you. So then it's all about learning to see my experiences in a good light so that my stories are happy, not tragic. This being my philosophy on life, I tend to tell a lot of stories. It's almost a favorite pasttime of mine.

Welcome to the repository of Yellow's stories.