Everybody loves Brita

My hardest job of the trip was to keep track of whose turn it was to hold Brita. All the cousins held her at least twice, except Michael, who wanted to hold her, but was too busy working. (Did I ever mention that Monica told me that her professor told her that most people viewed commas like rain and just sprinkled them here and there whenever they felt like it? She followed up by saying that my papers were in a drought. The comma eludes me.) Anyhow, I was keeping track of a list that had at least six people on it at a time and then people weren't there for their turns and some turns were significantly shorter than others. It was all very complicated.