Friday, November 16

We are off to deepest, darkest ...

... Maianbar this afternoon. To meet the wee nephew at last (he lives with his parents in Queensland of all places). Confit of duck will be consumed (my brother wants Mr Brown to rub duck fat into the toes of the small one) as will some red wine I suspect. I'm a little nervous, what if said nephew is totally vile and I don't like him? Do I have to pretend for the rest of my life? Are you allowed to have favourites with nephews & nieces? (I know you're not supposed to as a parent or grandparent but what about aunties & uncles?) There were several years, after all, when my brother & I each thought the other total poison. Not any more mind, but still ...
I return tomorrow, to stun you with pictures of the beautiful beastie Mr Brown found for me in the back garden.

6 comments:

e said...

Gosh, I hope you like your nephew. You may have to pretend to at least stand him. It would be much better if you actually liked him, though.

Can't wait for pictures of the beast.

Anonymous said...

Of course it's fine to have favourites! I do. I tell each of my nephews that they are my favourite ;)

Urban Koda said...

Yeah, that's a tough one... I have 5 nieces and nephews. 3 are cute and 2 are complete trolls - Sorry just couldn't sugar coat it. It doesn't help that the trolls mother (not a blood relative) is a phsycho hose beast either.

Hope he's cute!!

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Turns out all fears were groundless, he was the most delightful, wriggly pink bebe. I'm most glad I'll not have to pretend to like him at all, it will genuine aunty-love.

LBA said...

I find it hard to like some kids, even if I am 'supposed to'.

They are, after all, just mini-people, and poisonous adults are often poisonous kids....

I like my kid so much, I wonder about the next one. I always knew who my parent's favourite was ( hint: not me ;)

Ms Brown Mouse said...

I always knew who my mum's favourite was (ME) but then so did my brother (him) - so she was doing something right!
Some kids are just plain revolting aren't they? Some are ok and some you can't help but like, perhaps even love (my 16-year-old-self just fainted)!