I go a little crazy each time my brother, sister-in-law or parents send me a picture of the newest family member, my nephew Nolan. I haven’t been able to meet the little guy yet, and I want to! I want to snuggle that 7-pound pajama-clad boy. I love him so much it hurts already.
I also love my bigger nephew, Adam, 3. He’s charming, adorable, witty and smart. Kid can put together a puzzle like no one’s business. He loves “Cars,” superheroes and Play-Doh.
One of my favorite Adam moments ever was this past summer. We were filling the backyard pool with the hose, which had a spray attachment on it. Adam’s dad, Garrett, filled a couple little squirt guns and asked who wanted to play water guns. Adam yelled that he did, grabbed the hose and sprayed his daddy, mommy, big sister and auntie. He wasn’t going to mess around with some silly dollar store water gun. Smart kid!
The last time I visited, we were asking Adam if we could cover him with various spreads and take a bite. He thought it was pretty funny. “Adam, can I cover you in peanut butter and take a bite?”
“Nooooo!” he’d giggle.
Later he was eating slices of kiwifruit one by one. Each time he announced, “One last time!” He did this over and over. Finally, I said, “Adam, do you even know what that phrase means?”
“Can-is, I gonna cover you in peanut butter and take a bite!” he retorted.
Touche, Adam. I deserved that for my comment.
He’s a great kid. He’s hilarious, but never mean. I love him.