Friday night was great, and I suppose this is great in its own way, but I spent Saturday night babysitting my 7 year old cousin. She's precious and she has Asperger's, so she tells me things like "Oh Jessica, I am so delighted you're my babysitter, let us come together in celebration. You're like the bottom level of the Verrazanno Bridge, which is a girl that I named Jessica. The top level is a boy named Brooky, even though it is NOT the Brooklyn Bridge."