So, this evening I’m sitting here and the following dialogue occurs:
Nephew (from a distance, calling out over the sound of music): “Uncle, Imgnovrta Seths.”
I looked out sort of askance at him, as he is profligate with fuel. “Okay.”
Me, incredulous: “He needs the cock?” I begin cackling.
Neph, embarrassed: “No! He needs to talk!”
By now I am belly-busting, laughing like a maniac. I can’t resist, especially as we have often kidded Neph about the time he spends with his friend. “That’s okay. We don’t have a problem with it.”
Neph, laughing a bit but ready to get the hell out of here: “And on that note, I better get going.”
He left to the sound of absolutely insane laughter from his uncle.
My nephew has a rough life at times.