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Fun with Auntie

Fun with Auntie

You never know what life will bring you each day. Ten years ago, my best friend’s grandmother had passed away and she’d asked if I would watch her two young sons. No problem. I had two girls and they were within months of being almost the same age as her two sons. My daughter Kassie was born in March, and her son Colby was born in July of the same year. Then my daughter Joslyn born in December the following year, and her son Billy born in August the next year. I had my hands full with two in diapers. To keep them all content, toys were scattered, and a Disney movie was playing.

Lunchtime came and I handled this well, since I had babysat for a year of my life and kids are fairly easy to please. I sat them up all around the little picnic table I had and the cute picture they portrayed, you would think they were cousins. I was enjoying my time with my special boys. I rarely got to see them, and the girls were enjoying it as well. They enjoyed their little picnic. After their lunch it was nap time. But, Colby announced he had to go pee. Well, of course I told him to go. He then tells me that he needs help. Having no experience whatsoever with little boys, I do what I think is the right way. I take him into the bathroom and have him stand in front of the toilet “like a man” and pee. Boy was that a mistake. Colby proceeded to pee all over my toilet, wall, and floor. I didn’t say a word, because I was about to die laughing.  

When my best friend arrived to pick them up, I told her what happened. She busted out laughing and went into the bathroom and positioned herself over the toilet facing the toilet backwards, and told me that that is how Colby was suppose to pee and she couldn’t believe that he didn’t do that for me. We had such a good laugh about it, and we laugh about it to this day.  

I now have a nephew who was much of a surprise to his then thirty-six-year-old mom. There is a six-year difference in age between him and his sister. Gage is speech-delayed and is now in kindergarten, but this little guy is very, very intelligent. Sometimes it is hard to understand him, and other times it is not. Here lately, I’ve done very little laughing. I’ve been through a lot this past year. I’d become withdrawn and hadn’t really had much time to spend with Gage these past few months. Plus, he’s become a mamma’s boy and sometimes he just wants his mamma and he wants nothing to do with anyone else.

Last night, though, was different. My sister left to go pick up a movie with my daughter and she told Gage that he was going to make Rice Krispie treats with Auntie. He liked this idea, because these were not just any treats, these were going to be shaped like ghosts. They’d cut the recipe and picture out of a magazine when they’d been visiting my apartment earlier and I’d picked up M&Ms for the eyes and nose on my way over. Gage and I had fun counting out the marshmallows. He’s delayed in many ways and it was a task trying to count out forty marshmallows with him, I did most of the counting, but made him feel important by putting them in the bowl. He did the stirring when I put in the Rice Krispies. He was such a little man. We washed our hands good and then sprayed them with cooking spray and did as the recipe said and shaped the half of a cup of gooey mess into a ghost. Auntie made hers and helped Gage make his. Then Auntie became lazy and just made flat circles with the rest and decided to decorate pumpkin faces even using the green M&Ms at the top of the circle using four for a stem. Gage loved this idea, because he wanted a mean face on one of the pumpkins. Then this intelligent little boy wanted a skeleton.

Luckily, I had taken ceramics in high school a hundred years ago, and was able to be creative enough to make a skeleton. I shaped the gooey treat into a boney leg and foot, then a body, arms, then a neck, and head. The best was yet to come! Gage then said something that I wasn’t quite sure if I’d heard right. He was pointing. I asked him to repeat it again. Then again, and then I had him come around from his side of the bar, where he’d been sitting on his knees on a chair, and show me. I was trying to keep a straight face as this child tells me that he wanted the skeleton to have a “boney pee pee!” His words! No joke. Well, of course, Mom is not home, yet. Auntie, being the kind loving aunt, makes a small boney pee pee. Sorry, if I’m being too crude here. Mind you, this is coming from a five-year-old little boy, and mind you, he gets very upset and downright angry and aggressive. And I am keeping the straightest face I can and not laughing; this innocent five-year-old is so serious. I make “it” standing up and he claps his hands and that’s when I had to walk out the door out into the yard and die laughing!

Gage then comes to the door and calls me by my nickname and he now wants to make a witch. Of course, I’m praying that he doesn’t want “boobies” on her. While I’m being creative with her hat, he proclaims that she must have and shoes. My daughter calls to ask me a question and I am asking when they are going to get there. They said soon, and I told them that I have had so much fun with Gage that I can’t wait to have him tell them what he wanted on the skeleton. When they arrive, they both started dying laughing and of course, little innocent Gage as serious as can be, tells them that that is a “boney pee pee!” I thought all of us were going to hit the floor rolling.

I am so glad I have my girls. My best friend’s boys still call me by my nickname as well and tell me they love me and they mean the world to me. She has since had three more children: two girls and another boy that I am proud to be an aunt to. No, you never know what life will throw at you. I hadn’t been doing much laughing, it took my precious nephew with his wise, intelligent, quirky, sense of humor, to make me laugh like that. For that, I am so glad. To look into his innocent little face, knowing a part of his brain is so far behind and yet a part is so far ahead. I thank God for blessing me with these precious children in my life.

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