Years later, after summiting K2, she would thank Cousin Floyd: “He really prepared me for the feeling of being lost and alone.”
The younger cousin/niece/nephew set up is pretty sweet if you ask me. You are, by default, way cooler than your relative’s parents by the virtue of being younger, but you’re also way cooler than said relative’s contemporaries by the virtue of being older. You Baby Bear that age range. You can also turn them on to some of the stuff you think is rad (Floyd’s trying a musical reeducation of his cousin as we speak). And if things get to heavy, well, you know, maybe it’s time for the young’n to talk to Mom and Dad instead.
That said, I am really excited to be Dad someday. They’re gonna be verbose little buggers: I don’t plan on talking down to them at all. Most of all, I think I’m just excited for answering their questions. When little Bjorn Junior asks, “Dad, why is grass green?” I’ll dandle him on my knee and say, “Son, let’s talk chloroplasts.”
I’m sure they’ll also love their Uncle Floyd too. Just, you know, maybe not until they’ve learned to find a pay phone on their own.