death by cat's paw
I met up with some friends and their two boys, including a 5-yo, and a 2yo whom I had last seen when he was about 2 weeks old. The weird thing was they both seemed to remember me. I'd brought them a couple of Neko Nyanbou to play with, and within a minute they had me face down, bashing me over the head with them.

The nice thing about being the "uncle" is that you can bring them "the Toys with the Noise"... then leave the parents to deal with the resulting carnage. I'm quite happy not having any of my own, thank you.
( bnt what, me worry?, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 22:37, 1 reply)

When my sister's kids were young, I sent them every noisy/annoying toy I could find.
Especially since they live 2000 miles away. The sad part is that I shipped them to my sister's office and she never realized she should probably *open* the box at the office and dispose of the annoying stuff. She took it home every single time then would call me to complain about the boys' new favorite toys which were driving her crazy.


I'm just relieved that it didn't occurr to her to do the same back to me when my kids were tiny.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Sat 19 Apr 2008, 2:54, closed)