My brother has "favored uncle" status in our home.
When he arrives, he gets jumped on by princess, and snuggled with. He also gets a head nod and "Hey, what's up" from Monkey Boy. I know, big deal, right?
Monkey Boy and Uncle M are truly birds of a feather. They are so similar, I regularly call them the wrong name when they are together-the only thing that separates them is about 20 years and some facial hair.
And some tattoos and piercings.
So whenever Uncle M wants to do something fun, he texts my boy for a companion. MB loves this. Here is a list of things they like to do together:
Play Airsoft Wars in the backyard
Go to the Airsoft Store
Go to the processed meat by-products store
Go to the dumps/paintball place/go-cart racing place
Go to the Swap Meet/Flea Market
This last Sunday, they went to the flea market. I sent them on their way with $20 and the warning, "Nothing illegal!"
What did they come home with?
Slurpees, a silicone cover for MB's cell phone, and some Chinese Throwing Knives.
I said, what the hell! Aren't those knives illegal?!?!?!?!?!?!
No, Uncle M said. "They are just throwing knives. You're lucky I talked him out of the butterfly knife".
I can't WAIT to be an auntie-payback is a bitch.