An Award

I stopped by my sister's place last night, just as the nephews were getting ready for bed. Since they hardly get to see me lately, I went up to their rooms, and stood and listened as my sis read to them, and as they went through their prayers. Heheheh... "God bless Grandma and her vacuum cleaner" still cracks me up.

After she read to them, it was time to tuck them in. I just waited until she was done, and then I was going to wish them "goodnight," and head on downstairs to visit with my ma and sister. But instead, the youngest requested that I tuck him in. He's never had me do it before, so I told him that I'd be happy to do it.

When the little men get tucked in, they want to be tucked in tight. I mean tight. So made I sure the little guy could hardly move... more as a joke than anything else. I called him "Sir Poopsalot" (I always call them names that include "poop"), and headed on downstairs. Well, after I stopped by his brother's room to wish "Poopsworgle" a good night.

My sis came down shortly, and she was grinning. She told me that the youngest was impressed with my "tucking in" skills... he had placed his hands about shoulder wide, and told her that she and my ma were very good at tucking in, and that was about how good they were. But then he spread his hands all the way apart, and told her that "Uncle Joe is the best tucker inner. This is how good he is." Heheheh.... Tucker inner? Who knew...

Just how good am I? Well, I've earned the "Stuffed Animal Award for Excellence." The little guy told my Sis that he almost wanted to bestow upon me his favorite stuffed animal. Almost. However, I could sleep with it for one night. Still an incredible honor.

I tell ya, watching my nephews and nieces, sometimes I really would like to buy one... sometimes. Methinks they'd have me rolling on the floor.

Posted by That 1 Guy at October 19, 2005 06:31 AM