Friday, November 16, 2007

I'm not sure I trust myself to give this one a title

Our downstairs neighbor Daniel turned 2 yesterday and we popped in for cake after dinner to help him celebrate. Ever the foolish adult who insists on trying to relate to uninterested children, I couldn't resist telling his older sister Arielle, "you know, I have a younger brother named Daniel, too."

I suspect I've probably made this particular attempt at bonding with Arielle before because she didn't look in the least surprised at this revelation. She gamely played along, though. "Is he 2 also?" she asked me.

"No," Julia jumped in before I could reply. "He's a grownup. And," she added, shooting a withering you really should know these things about your own brother look in my direction, "his real name is Uncle Dan."


Anonymous uncle dan said...

I'm glad to see that even though I am half way around the globe, my place in Julia's world is secure. Can't wait to see you guys next week.

6:25 PM  
Blogger Badness Jones said...

Don't you love being told off by your own children? :)

7:26 PM  
Blogger Patois said...

Really, though, she's right. You should know. And I love that Uncle Dan reads your blog.

5:50 AM  
Anonymous Gretchen said...

"Popped in" for cake . . . you have soaked up so many Britishisms! No doubt they'll be part of you forever.

I love Julia correcting you -- I have a feeling there's a LOT of that in your future, with a girl like her!

2:46 AM  

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