Ample Pie
Fattitude Problem
My younger nephew, who's 5, was picking his nose. I asked him to do that in the bathroom so he could throw away any of the 'treasure' he unearthed. As he walked into the bathroom, the older boy, age 6, started singing "Come on feel the nose" to the tune of "come on feel the noise."
What you have to understand is that his father listens to bluegrass and his mother to Christian music. These boys have never heard Quiet Riot in their lives. That was enough to blow my mind, but then...the younger one came out of the bathroom singing, "Uh oh, we're in trouble, some thing's come along and it's burst our bubble, uh oh..." Yeah, Shampoo.
All of this came immediately after this conversation:
Older nephew: Is your fat under your skin or is your skin under your fat?
Me: My fat is under my skin.
Older nephew: I'm a GUT GRABBER. (And with that, he grabbed as much of my belly as he could in both hands, so I swatted his butt playfully.)
Older nephew: I'm the Gut Grabber and you're the BUTT SMACKER!
My nephews are weird.
What you have to understand is that his father listens to bluegrass and his mother to Christian music. These boys have never heard Quiet Riot in their lives. That was enough to blow my mind, but then...the younger one came out of the bathroom singing, "Uh oh, we're in trouble, some thing's come along and it's burst our bubble, uh oh..." Yeah, Shampoo.
All of this came immediately after this conversation:
Older nephew: Is your fat under your skin or is your skin under your fat?
Me: My fat is under my skin.
Older nephew: I'm a GUT GRABBER. (And with that, he grabbed as much of my belly as he could in both hands, so I swatted his butt playfully.)
Older nephew: I'm the Gut Grabber and you're the BUTT SMACKER!
My nephews are weird.
