"I'm sure they'll make their way over here," he tells her. "I find that the louder the grumbling, the more they actually want to visit; they just might not be able to find the time yet." He thinks of his sister then, of her endless promises to come visit him. She hasn't, yet, but he also knows she has a new girlfriend in her life, and so, she's understandably busy.
"Young Bailey was definitely not an angel," he laughs, recalling his various adventures as a child. "I used to climb trees and fences myself, much to my mother's dismay; my sister and I would chase the garbage trucks down the road, too."
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Date: 2014-10-03 01:48 pm (UTC)"Young Bailey was definitely not an angel," he laughs, recalling his various adventures as a child. "I used to climb trees and fences myself, much to my mother's dismay; my sister and I would chase the garbage trucks down the road, too."