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Bob Lucky

On Being an Uncle

Sliding across the hardwood floor in my socks, a butter knife clenched between my teeth… The kids are amused, their parents less so as five pairs of feet get up to enact their own pirate ballet. Even a Jack Russell puppy gets his paws into the act. There’s squealing and slipping and sliding, a bit of yapping, and a great falling of butts to the floor. And everyone is laughing until someone cries, so I offer everyone an ice-cream cone on the condition that they stop the pirate business and promise never to put a butter knife into their mouths, though I think that gives a couple of them ideas.

brain freeze
not counting on the kid who
doesn’t like chocolate