say uncle

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After a wonderful Saturday night with Elise, ( ), what do ya know – it’s Monday and her day to visit the Vietnamese, (toe job), and then camp out at our place until her man child gets off of school. – stopped by too to say hello too… hmmm… currious…. They hit it off when they met…. Shameless isn’t known for stalking… or…. is she?

She helped us go through some of the additional crap I’m pulling together for the tax man… enjoyed cookies… and while cleaning out old vendor files found temporary tattoo samples. Eventually we wound up working on Stikfa Theater 2.0 and before we knew it, it was 3:30 and time time to get little Andy from school.

Elise pouted a bit until Kevin reminded her: “You know – you can come back with the kid… we don’t mind!”

Little Andy is apparently nuts about his uncles.. and has actually given his mother hell because she gets to come over so often. Favorite uncles indeed… Elise worries we indulge him despite my insistence that part of our job description as “the three weird uncles”.

I made the ideal dream dinner for an eight year old…. Pizza.. Cheeseburgers and french fries. (the adults supplemented with a salad).

We played MonkeyBall.
We played with Stikfas.
We had popsicle stick craft time.

We let little Andy crawl all over and obsess over Chad’s old truck in the driveway… He wants it – which we’d happily give but I kept trying to explain to him that in the next eight years, his tastes will probably change and the 20 year old Nissan Mini-truck probably won’t be as cool to him then as it is now.

I would slip away outside to sneak a cigarette because the boy thinks I’m cool – and I don’t want him associating smoking with anything resembling “cool”. He finally caught me outside and asked me why I smoke and why don’t I quit?

I was proud of the lightning quick, almost paternal instinct response that sprung from my lips:

“Smoking is stupid… When you try to quit you get sick… But if you keep doing it – you die.”

He cocked his head and I could literally hear the gears click into place and the .. “oh”… appear on his face.

Kids are cool.

Blogs however,… are not.