Before I got the dreaded flu, I had the pleasure of spending some quality time hanging out with my niece and nephew and their dad last weekend. I happened to be driving past where they were getting out of the car to enjoy some pizza and joined them for lunch last Saturday and then we had dinner last Saturday. In between, I helped run an errand that involved needing two drivers.
Because I'm the coolest uncle in the entire known universe, my nephew decided he wanted to ride back to his house with me.
On the way to pick up their car, we'd seen the after affects of a car accident, including the police on the scene with their flashing lights. As we drove back, my nephew wanted to make sure that we went "really fast" so we'd beat Daddy and his sister, but not so fast that we'd "go to jail." I told him that you didn't usually go to jail for going too fast, but you got a ticket.
"What's a ticket?" he asked.
"It's a piece of a paper that says you broke the law and makes you pay a lot of money," I told him.
"Oh, that sounds bad," he said. "Is that worse than jail?"
As the conversation continued, he went on to tell me that we was "really cool." I asked him how he knew this.
"Becuase all the girls like me," he replied matter-of-factly.
Well, it's good that you know that. And from now, I'm keeping him away from those
Happy Days re-runs.
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posted by Michael Hickerson at 3/06/2008 06:09:00 PM |
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