For those who are wondering how this disaster waiting to happen ended, well, yesterday was the day when Bundle finally met Crazy Uncle Fox.
You will be pleased to know that, with no prompting from me at all, Bundle decided that we had to take the customised All Pro Scoop with us and show it to his uncle so that he would remember.
And we did.
My brother was bemused, to say the least, but pleased to be famous for something.
The whole thing is getting out of hand, partly because my wife thinks it's funny to talk about Crazy Uncle Fox whenever she gets the chance, to the point where I had to explain to Bundle that that is not actually his uncle's real name.
The whole bat story has taken hold to the point that, when Bundle found out that Uncle Fox was coming around on Christmas Eve "to help Daddy and Santa"*, he suddenly looked worried and asked "He won't put a hole in the presents, will he?"
I considered feeling bad about this, but then my idiot brother spent Sunday afternoon telling my nieces what my nickname was when I was 5 years old,** so I decided to feel entirely fine instead.
* There is a springfree trampoline arriving soon. Ssssh, don't tell the boys, it's a surprise.
** There is not enough money in the world to persuade me to tell you what it was.
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2 comments:
i love the crazy uncle fox stories. i love that your wife is perpetuating the whole thing, and that your boys are also creating the legend as we speak.
i wonder whether crazy uncle fox and craig will ever get together and turn things around on yo' ass?
BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL US THE NAME WHEN YOU WERE FIVE.
HAVE TO.
MUST.
NOW.
i don't ask for much?
Melbs
Dude, I haven't even told my wife what my five year old nickname was, so I won't be posting it here.
Remind me about this the next time we all catch up. If you offer me castello cheese again, along with enough wine, I just might be persuaded.
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