Last Sunday for Mother’s Day we went to visit my mom. My nephews, Snake & The Evil One were also in attendance. At times, the boys, as with most other boys their ages, will get a bit rambunctious. They had these little bean bags and NERF balls that they were playing with inside the house.
At one point while we were standing in the kitchen, Snake thought it would be funny to start humming these bean bags and balls at me and then his little brother joined in the fun. Now I am not sure if any of you have been pegged with a bean bag, you know like a hacky-sack, but I’ll be damned if those things don’t hurt like the dickens.
After getting caught a few times in the side and, yes once in the face, it was decided that they needed to be put away for safety purposes. After they were hurtled in my direction I proceeded to put them on top of the refrigerator. This prompted the following exchange:
Snake: Awww…
me: We have to put them up so no one gets hurt…like me.
Snake: Uncle Brian, you’re a fun-sucker!
This, of course, prompted laughter…but then so did my reply.
me: Your mom’s a fun-sucker!
I know it is petty to get into a verbal spat with an 8 year old but any chance to cut on your little sister can never be ignored.
