All in the Name

"Aunt Beth misses you when I'm away from you in Virginia," I told my godchild last weekend.

"Yeah," he said.  "I miss Uncle Josh, too."

I suppose I shouldn't be jealous, as Jim The Small Child Nephew recently announced to an entire restaurant that he wore big boy underwear last night, all night, instead of Pull-Ups.

"They have racecars on them!"  And he wanted to show them to Uncle Josh.

This, fortunately, was able to wait until we left the presence of about twenty-five total strangers.  "Look, Josh!"

"All riiiiight, great underpants.  Okay, that's enough."

Will The Smaller Child Nephew, who knows where the money comes from, also used Josh's name for the first time, in combination with a thank-you for some proffered Play-Doh.  Then he tried to eat a hunk of it.

But when he wanted a cookie?  Guess who he came to.  That's right.  Aunt Beth.  Keeper of the cookies, blocker to all unnecessary starches.  I denied him twice, and then he turned to me, Play-Doh in hand:

"Beth... coooookie?"

You're lucky your big brother just dissed me, kid.  One cookie and one pony to go.

fun factory at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

tip the bartender

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[red pill junkie]

He, that reminded me of that Calvin & Hobbes strip, when Calvin complaints that no one can notice when a guy is wearing his lucky space-rockets underwear... unless your'e making an impression of Mark Wahlberg circa 1991 :-)

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