The Uncle Diaries (Continued)

Nephew #1 is not so good with "L"s and "R"s (*). And I'm not so good at telling one My Little Pony from another. So whoever gave Twilight Sparkle her name, I'm not happy with you.

Don't even get me started on the Rarity conversation.

ME: Is this one Pinky Pie?
HIM: ACTUALLY, Pinky Pie is the PINK one. This one's name is [unintelligble]
ME: Did you say...? Is it...Melody?
HIM: No. It's [UNINTELLIGIBLE]. (seeing my confusion, thinks and comes up with a new tack) ACTUALLY, It starts with the letter AWWH.
ME: Awwh? You mean "O?" Her name is...Oddity?
HIM: No. Awwh. As in, ACTUALLY, Uncle, you AWWH a f****ing idiot.

Okay, he didn't say that last sentence. Not out loud, anyways.


My heart breaks for my nephew, because I can see how hard he's trying to be understood, and how frustrating it is for him that he can't make perfectly obvious things clear, and his confusion at how his Uncle seems to speak English while still not understanding someone speaking English right back.

Part of me wants to tell him it will get better, and part of me wants to go, "You think it's tough now, kid, wait until you get on the internet.

(*) Weirdly enough, he has no issues with 'liopleurodon.'

The Uncle Diaries (continued): Actually...

My three-year old nephew loves the word "Actually."  He starts many sentences with it. Which is a change from how he used to start sentences--bouncing up and down and saying "Um Um Um"

We like to play dinosaurs. Sometimes we will be dinosaurs. Other times, we will become fossils.

Yesterday, as I was leaving, he asked: "Are you going to go pee?"

Which seemed random until I told D. this story and she said. "Well, that's what everyone asks HIM before he goes out. Maybe he thinks that's what we're supposed to do."

"Are you going to go pee?" is the "I'll text you later" for three year olds.

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My nephew cannot keep a secret.

The other day, I arrived at my mom's house for my birthday dinner and he ran up to me.

The first words out of his mouth as he jumped up and down in place were: "We made you a CAKE! It looks like a football and it's a SURPRISE!"

Two hours later, his grandfather supervised him washing his hands.

"But we didn't use soap," Nephew said.

"We'll keep that a secret," my father told him.

The boy immediately sprinted off like the Flash trying to stop a bank robbery in progress, bursting into the room where my sister was changing Nephew #2.

"Pops said I didn't have to use soap!"