But the night before she arrived for her stay, Buddy cleaned for a lot of the day. And when I say cleaned.... Let's just say it's been a new and unusual experience for me to be told by my 21 year old son that there were certain places in the house that weren't really meeting up to his standards.
Hey! Anyone who isn't satisfied with the current standard of cleanliness can feel free to upgrade at their leisure.
Anyway, after he spent the day cleaning, he sat us all down at dinnertime. I'm assuming the siblings were about to be briefed on some rules of etiquette he would like observed.
He didn't get far.
"Girls, I need to go over a few things before Emily gets here."His eyes lit up. This was obviously not what we had originally been gathered for, but it was definitely more interesting.
"OK, give us the list," the girls said.
"You know.. . all the stuff you told her that you need us to back up for you."
"You mean how Emily may or may not think I'm Genovian royalty? So, I AM going to need you girls to stand whenever I enter a room."
"Right! Did you tell her about Mimi and the Olympics? "
"Yes, and Mimi, if anyone says anything about the Olympics, you should burst into tears and run from the room crying about how you could have had the bronze if it hadn't been for the triple toe loops."
"Oh, yes, and I've already told her that Josh Groban is only my stage name."
They went on like that for awhile, until dinner was over, and everyone had disappeared. I wondered how Emily was going to take all this news. After all, it COULD make us look like a bunch of wackos or something. But not to worry - she fit right in.
Something about her dad being a Genovian spy.