Wednesday, April 22, 2009
It isn't always great to be chosen.....
My nephew--what a handsome boy!
When my nephew was potty-training ten years ago, I was the novelty aunt whom he only saw a couple times a year. As a special "honor", he selected me to wipe his rump. I had been married for 5 years, and was adverse to children and their body fluids. All my in-laws knew this and chortled in glee when they heard his request shouted down the hall.
I wanted to be a good aunt, so I gingerly performed the honor, afraid of doing it incorrectly. When finished, I asked in relief, "Was that okay?" To which my cute little nephew replied, "No! You have to do it harder!" Naturally, he said it loud enough, that everyone in the living room heard and began shouting with laughter. After many tries, I finally performed the task to my nephew's specifications.
This story has become one of those stories that is shared yearly. My poor nephew is going to hear about this when he gets married.
Another story we always retell is about my dear brother Willy. As a little boy, he was singing the primary favorite, "Do As I'm Doing" as he was going potty. He has never heard the end of it.....
And now I want to share the story about my dear brother Rob....actually, we will save that one for another day...... :D
Do you have a story that has become a family legend?