Speaking from experience, big brothers are great! My sister and I both hoped that my brother's first kid would be a boy, and he was.
Speaking of evil girls, my sister is out visiting my mom and brother this week. They just got back from dinner at bro's, and Sis told me that she paid the youngest nephew (10-y.o.) $3 to throw a biscuit at his dad. My SIL started yelling at the kid after he lobbed it at Kip ("I don't care who told you to, you don't throw food in this house, especially not at your father!"), and was horrified when she saw Kris pay up at the end of the evening ("What's the money for? What do you mean, you paid him to throw that?!?"). Kris was giggling while telling me this, and told me that she also reminded the youngest about what she taught him the last time she was visiting--how to blow the wrapper off a straw at an appropriate target (preferably, his dad). SIL almost threw her out of the house.
My mom is notorious (she's the youngest girl, followed by the only boy) for teaching my twin cousins to slurp soup. My uncle (the youngest) taught them all sorts of interesting ways to clean house and make salad.
(My dad was the one to teach us the straw wrappers and spitballs at Peter Piper Pizza. Mom was not amused until 20 years later.)
I'm not a younger sibling, but am looking for things to teach the niecphews that make their parents look at me funny. I fear I'm falling down on the job, cause my brother is pretty crazy already.
I fear I'm too old for Veronica Mars. This is the second time I've tried to watch it, but I just can't. Veronica so wants to be Buffy, she even sounds like her. I have no idea what her sidekick's name is, but she always gets called "Willow" in my head. I try to like it, because so many peeps here do, but it's not working.
I tried to teach my nephew to say, "That's bananas Grammie."
It didn't work out, but he's got, "Uh oh spaghetti-oh" down.
Allyson, get the boy Flanimals. Really. You might get equated something utterly bizarre, but they are nicely warped and appealing to that age group. Great way to make the family tilt their heads!
OK, I went to put together tomorrow's dinner and... I lost a bag of cheese. Weird. God knows where I put it.
I lost a bag of cheese.
I'm picturing a group of surgeons standing around an operating table with a bag a cheese on it. One Dr. says, "Call it."
It's possible I'm on a sugar high.
I've got tennis on tv but the match they're showing is finished and I've got a different match up on the Australian Open's website. I think this is the first time I've "seen" anything live this tournament.
I just learnt that I was standing next to Paris Hilton at a party on Sunday.
I have totally arrived--I ignored Paris. I mean, I knew there was a tall blonde standing next to me, but I didn't care.
