The Third Wheel
Disclaimer
So I did some baby sitting yesterday. I don’t really like calling it that because they’re my family. I’ll just say I kicked it with my nephews and niece. Sooooo, we went to the park and played some hide and seek and the like. I lost a lot. I’m not small anymore. My legs stuck out a lot. I need to work on my spacial relations.
Soooo as it goes, they wanted chocolate milk and ice cream. I say “Let them eat cake….ice cream and drink chocolate milk.” Uncles are supposed to do it wrong. It’s an unwritten law. So somewhere down the line during a venturesome beach emprise the oldest, my nephew of six, asked me if “so-and-so started drinking.”
Me- “err uhm, I don’t think so little buddy.Why do you know that?”
Bennamin-“What does it mean to be drunk?”
Me-“err uhm…hmmmm.”
Bennamin- “Is that when your tummy gets yucky.”
Me-“Oooh thank you, yes that’s when your tummy gets yucky.”
Bennamin- “Oh, I’ve been drunk before.”
Me- “ugh…..man.”
Bennamin- (holding up his chocolate milk) “I think I’m kinda drunk now.”
- So do to the lack of thinking on my feet, it will appear that I get children drunk. This is not true. Write me in jail.
