My 8-year-old nephew is my biggest fan. He laughs at everything I say.
Today he was hungry, so I made him a peanut butter-honey-banana-chocolate chip-marshmallow sandwich. I wanted to grill it for him, but for some reason, that's not cool.
We talked about it, and he wants to change his name to Prince. So I call him Prince now. He's a great kid. I play him music I like and he dances around and plays air guitar.
The kids were looking a little lethargic after school so I had them line up in the kitchen and gave them each a shot of Mountain Dew. That helped, but then it was time for them to go home and absolute pandemonium broke loose. Fistfights nearly broke out over missing socks and shoes and whatnot. I wish they still were here.
Today he was hungry, so I made him a peanut butter-honey-banana-chocolate chip-marshmallow sandwich. I wanted to grill it for him, but for some reason, that's not cool.
We talked about it, and he wants to change his name to Prince. So I call him Prince now. He's a great kid. I play him music I like and he dances around and plays air guitar.
The kids were looking a little lethargic after school so I had them line up in the kitchen and gave them each a shot of Mountain Dew. That helped, but then it was time for them to go home and absolute pandemonium broke loose. Fistfights nearly broke out over missing socks and shoes and whatnot. I wish they still were here.
nyhcx516:
so... do i know you, we've met, perhaps under odd circumstances