Especially when you throw in a side of doting grandparent.
There’s someone to chase down the slide, and someone to catch you at the bottom.
There are creepy aunts cheering in the background.
There’s always competition to climb higher, faster.
There’s someone to chase you up the stairs.
And when you are done with that, there’s one more sweet cousin you can snuggle on the floor with.
Whatever am I going to do when these fun cousins aren’t here any more and I hafta go home?