Friday, November 28, 2008

Home For Holiday

6:20 am. Sleeping. I dream of a Klingon tractor beam, boring into my eyes.

I awake to find Favorite And Only Nephew shining a flashlight at my face.

FAON: Grammy said I could wake you up.
Me: She did, huh?
FAON: Yes. You have to open your eyes, so I know you're awake.
Me: Okay. Please turn off the flashlight, though.
FAON: Well, I'm going to turn on the lights then.
Me: Please don't turn on the lights. I'm still waking up. Grown-ups wake up more slowly than kids.
FAON: That's not true. Grammy and Grandpa wake up fast.
Me: Uncles are different.
Me: What are we going to do today?
FAON: I don't know. No one likes to think of such things.

FAON turns on the lights and exits the room.


Blogger brushfiremedia said...

FAON loves Uncle Turbo, it is clear. Enjoy your stay! If you are back in Smallish City on Sunday, come over for a visit!

11/28/08, 8:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Be thankful he only thought of a flashlight and not the other common - at - least -in -my - experience nephew trick of leaping onto the bed at great velocity. I have to admit, cruel as it is, the leaping is an effective strategy. Has a tendency to devolve into a massive tickle fight however if the waking up proves a tag too successful and the recipient regains full consciousness.

11/30/08, 7:23 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home