How You Know We're Related

A snippet of conversation in the car yesterday between my 6-year-old nephew and me:

"Lexi, do you know about the chupacabra?"
"Mmm-hmm. Why?"
"Does it kill dogs?"
"No, just goats."
"Goats?"
"Yeah, that's what chupacabra means. Goat-sucker."
"Goat-sucker!"
"You're a goat-sucker!"
"Your mama's a goat-sucker!"

My 6-year-old nephew dropped a "your mom" joke on me. I strained to think of a prouder moment.

"That's Grandma you're talking about."

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[Tamara]

In one of the angrier moments I've ever seen from a six year old (he had just been pushed in the snow by his older brother) my nephew to be jumped up and screamed, "I hope you go to the asshole graveyard with a bunch of bitches!" There must be something about being six years old...

[Christian]

I was retrieving my niece from one of those inflatable trampoline castles at a company picnic, and while some kids were excited to see "the big kid" climb in to play, one young boy was disdainful. "Old man," he accused me.

I agreed with his assessment.

He continued: "Old man, who likes to burp and puke!"

A most astute lad, he.