"Well, there's one solution to that," kat's lil sis said.
"Peyton stays here with us?" I guessed. "You move closer?"
"Ok, I guess there's more than one solution," she said. "But the one I was thinking of is, you have a baby of your own."
Um, yeah. First of all, not just my decision. Second of all, let's see how sad I am when I get home from work tomorrow to a silent house without any need for me to repeat "ba-ba-ba-bottle" or "Yaaaaay, Peyton!" a million times.
(***note to lil sis: Of course I'll still be sad. I'll just enjoy not having to keep an eye on the stairs, the dogs, all doorways or the phone every second. Boy, does that boy move!***)