My brother, Matt, was reading my blog with my nephew Carter last night. Carter saw the picture of my shoes and was completely disgusted. He told his dad to leave a message on my blog telling me to clean my house and put my shoes away.
I was pissed.
My nephew, at four, is at good at cleaning his room as I am. Which means we are both waiting for someone else to do it. Fortunately he has a parent to clean up his room; I have no one. And until Daisy grows some opposable thumbs I’ll leave it messy.
I called to tell the little pisser where he could shove my shoes, but somehow ended up promising him a trip to the dinosaur museum instead. That nephew of mine has me wrapped around his little finger. I’ll stick to my promise and take him, but if my shoes get tossed at his head next time I see him I can’t be held responsible.