I taught my nephew to throw up the horns
Where my sister lives there are lots of giant rocks littering the landscape. My sister and her fiancé listen to lots of rock music, especially in the car. My sister foolishly trusts me with her bundle of joy, and lets me take him for walks unsupervised.

For several weeks she couldn't work out why her darling little boy was throwing up the horns and chanting, "Rock! Rock!" whenever they drove past a particular great big rock, even if no music was playing in the car. She was astounded that at the age of three he even knew what a pun was, never mind how to make one.

She only realised when she casually mentioned it over mugs of tea one afternoon, and I couldn't quite stifle my guilty giggles.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 1:26, 4 replies)

heehee, that's cute!!
*clicks*
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 29 Oct 2010, 6:17, closed)

So's my nephew.
All other children are horrid, but my nephew is ace.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 12:01, closed)

Good training there!

(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 8:47, closed)

It's my mission in life to subvert everything his parents do...
What's the point of being an uncle unless one can corrupt one's nephews and nieces?
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 12:01, closed)