Let me be the first to say that my sister has done an amazing job with her two boys. I absolutely loved having them come visit. That goes for all of my nieces and nephews. Very proud of all 137 of them. Or something like that. You would think my brothers and sisters would find a new hobby…
I told you the other day I would relay a couple of fun stories that happened while the nephews were here in the QC. This would be one of those, at least I find it funny so I hope it gives you a smile today as well.
The boys and I had to swing by our local Target store to pick up some ping pong balls. I mean what is a trip to visit Uncle Bucky without learning the art of beer pong?? Don’t worry I made sure no one was looking when they did the drinking. I’m not an idiot. We walk into Target and I needed to use the gender-neutral restroom. No one will ever know what I’m packing…. The boys stay outside with Murphy (my service dog) and hang out.
I come out of the restroom and an eloquently dressed lady looks at me and says, “Those are two fine young men you have there.”
I said, “Thank you”
Now we walk into the store area and need to cross in front of all the registers. You know where the most people are gathered and I would certainly estimate at least 30 of them including our new nicely dressed friend. I’m in front of the boys and rolling along nicely with Murphy still thinking “hmm they really are good kids” when I hear it. The younger one lets out a grunt that only men can distinguish immediately. I stop and turn around already knowing what I’m going to see.
There is bean boy on his knees holding his God given bean bag with a red face going “Ugggg.” Next to him is his brother with that look on his face. You know the one you make at 2:30 AM when you pop out of your blackout and everyone is staring at you. Okay maybe you don’t know, but it is a “what I’d do face times 1,000”! He doesn’t get the blackout excuse yet though because we hadn’t even started beer pong!
My immediate reaction was WHY?? Thru gritted teeth I’m expressing my extreme appreciation of the situation with selected words and of course the eyes that say all. Everyone is staring and my two fine boys are now a couple of ball punchers. Only took a matter of seconds to change that around. While on the floor as I’m letting blackout boy know he is going to die later, bean boy looks up and says “It’s okay Uncle Bucky. He owed me!”
Time and place boys. Time and place.
I’m sure those of you that have young boys have similar stories. Just had to share this one. Remember sometimes the punch in the nads you receive is simply payback.
Enjoy your day.
FknBucky
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