A couple months ago, my dad told me his nephew was moving in permanently to the house, I was annoyed. I've fought a lot with feeling like I've been replaced by his philipina wife's daughter, so hearing that now he's got another one really bothered me.
I met this kid the night I got here, and it hasn't bothered me since. He's 9 years old and reminds me very much of my little brother. I feel like a celebrity, fielding millions of questions a day about the most innane and unimportant things. "Do you take a shower today?" (his english still needs work.) "Will you change your clothes?" "Where is your internet?" "What can I call you?" (I told him to call me frederick, because I liked his name so much. I've also been teaching him all the kid jokes, like that one about something on your shirt, then slapping you. It's good stuff, I don't get tired of it. And he's got the biggest eyes and ears. The better to call him monkey-boy with.
The best part is he calls my dad 'Uncle Rob' but when he really gets to talkin, it shortens to 'unklob' and when dad doesn't respond, it becomes a verbal barrage and I crack up every time. He really brightens up the house with his youthful unawareness and naivety. I can't get over how much fun it is to mess with him.
In related news, my stepsister's attitude is finally calming down. (This may be related to the 'pull a knife on dad' incident.) Last night, we went out to a club and tomorrow we're going shopping. We stay up late talking and drinking and suddenly she's not so bad. Life parallels bring the most opposite of people together, it turns out.
In conclusion, Nebraska's 50% humidity and 104 degree weather is tolerable in the right company.
I met this kid the night I got here, and it hasn't bothered me since. He's 9 years old and reminds me very much of my little brother. I feel like a celebrity, fielding millions of questions a day about the most innane and unimportant things. "Do you take a shower today?" (his english still needs work.) "Will you change your clothes?" "Where is your internet?" "What can I call you?" (I told him to call me frederick, because I liked his name so much. I've also been teaching him all the kid jokes, like that one about something on your shirt, then slapping you. It's good stuff, I don't get tired of it. And he's got the biggest eyes and ears. The better to call him monkey-boy with.
The best part is he calls my dad 'Uncle Rob' but when he really gets to talkin, it shortens to 'unklob' and when dad doesn't respond, it becomes a verbal barrage and I crack up every time. He really brightens up the house with his youthful unawareness and naivety. I can't get over how much fun it is to mess with him.
In related news, my stepsister's attitude is finally calming down. (This may be related to the 'pull a knife on dad' incident.) Last night, we went out to a club and tomorrow we're going shopping. We stay up late talking and drinking and suddenly she's not so bad. Life parallels bring the most opposite of people together, it turns out.
In conclusion, Nebraska's 50% humidity and 104 degree weather is tolerable in the right company.

