John has no patience and a really good memory. I made the mistake of telling him on Friday that Aunt Betty was going to come visit this weekend. We found out on Friday that Aunt Betty was coming over on Sunday. And we told John that. Well first thing Saturday morning, John found me in the kitchen. “Mommy, where’s Aunt Betty?” Again I explained to him that Aunt Betty was not coming over until Sunday. Again hours later, he asked when Aunt Betty was coming. This morning, he woke up and came right into my room. “Mommy, my hand hurts.” As I was rubbing his hand to wake it up, he said “is Aunt Betty coming today?” I told him, yes today was the day Aunt Betty was coming. He left me and went running downstairs. I found him sitting in the front window. “There is no sign of Aunt Betty anywhere!” After explaining once again that Aunt Betty would arrive later in the day. He was disappointed, but didn’t hesitate to ask when Aunt Betty would arrive an hour later. Hours later Aunt Betty called to let us know that she was on her way to our house. When John heard that he went running upstairs to wait for her to arrive. I think the entire neighborhood heard him screaming “Aunt Betty!” when she pulled on to our street.