A Family that Farts Together, Stays Together

"Aunt Kiki, pull my finger."

Nothing's funnier than a fart joke, and I'm sorry--the hilariousity factor just doubles when you discover your 11 year old nephew has inheritated the family 'pull my finger' gene.

My only nephew, Tyler, is one funny kid. His father is a funny kid. His grandfather, Papa, is, well, a funny kid. His aunt  (btw, any of you address me as Aunt Kiki in public and I will fistf*ck, double suicide bukake shriek you into next year) is clearly a goofball. Hell, you read my blog & follow me on FB & the Twit--you know what you're in for. He's a well adjusted, adorable, acute, artistic, athletic wee dude. He plays AMAZING hockey. He's fast as screaming diahrhea on the ice, and his hockey bag kinda smells like it. He ran a Fantasy Football League this year (kicking his Aunt Kiki's arse resoundly), and the bugger even WON $50 in squares at Super Bowl. He loves Stat-O-Matic baseball, football & hockey, fishing,boating and he's a pretty mean baseball player, too. Ty's been rockin' out to Eminem since he knew what music was.

His sixth summer we had a family picnic at the 'rents and he suddenly stopped playing with his legos on the picnic table. He looked up, looked around with an excited look on his face, and said sincerely: "My ice cream senses are tingling." We were like huh? Then we heard the far away tones of 'Pop goes the weasel' and we could do nothing but laugh our collective arses off and pull out coins for a push-up.

He was five and being picked up from school. He was almost to the car when he suddenly stopped. He looked a little distraught and as he sighed deep and shrugged his shoulders simply stated: "Shit. I forgot my colorings." Ya can't discipline him because he used it in proper context, but it sure makes for difficulty trying not to laugh.

He just celebrated his birthday and my gift was a lame $20 bill. I didn't even wrap it. Bad, Aunt Kiki. So this is my nod of my cap to you, my dear nephew. I may not come to all your hockey games, but you mean the world to me, kiddo. You're a spitting image of everything your daddy was your age and it's neat watching you grow up. Now go... I think Papa has a finger that needs pulling.