The Adventures of Snake and The Evil One
My nephews, Snake who is 6 years old and The Evil One who is 4, find themselves in many interesting situations. Generally, the amusement stems from their active imaginations and the fact that they are way too smart for their own good.
The following story was reported to me just the other day by my sister, La Hermana.
On a recent cool October evening, La Hermana decided to bring the Brothers of Destruction, Snake & Evil, on a small outing for dinner to the Sonic in the Boro. Obviously, as with any small child, this trip to the local fast food establishment garnered much excitement for our heroes. La Hermana strapped the boys into their car seats and proceeded to ease into the heavy trafficked college town. In order to keep them focused on the impending meal she began playing a game. She started joking about the type of food they would be eating this fine day. She mentioned that they might be having a meal of chicken beaks which prompted Snake to play along. “We’re gonna have some squirrel tail!” he giggled. Pandora’s Box had been opened as The Evil One’s convoluted little mind began to spin for something to say so that he could participate in this impromptu game. “Momma, we’re gonna have chicken nuts!”
Obviously, this reply brought up the ire of my sister. She proceeded to let him know that phrases like this are inappropriate. Now, Snake, a possible future politician or ringleader of some high-end crime troupe came to his little brother’s defense. The following damage control sentence spewed from his lips: “Momma, he didn’t mean nuts as in balls but as in crazy.” Remember now that this child is six. We all know that The Evil One did not mean this as in crazy because, I mean, who can eat crazy, right? La Hermana blames other children at school, I think that it might be his uncle (oh wait, that’s me!).
On a related note, my brother-in-law, father of the Brothers of Destruction, who I have affectionately referred to here in this forum as Michael The Dork, has a complaint. Apparently, Mr. Dork takes offense to his nickname. I will change it buddy, just for you. So, dear readers, please update your records. The previously mentioned Michael The Dork will forever be known now as…Turd Sandwich.
Look what happens when you complain, Mike, I mean Turd Sandwich.
The following story was reported to me just the other day by my sister, La Hermana.
On a recent cool October evening, La Hermana decided to bring the Brothers of Destruction, Snake & Evil, on a small outing for dinner to the Sonic in the Boro. Obviously, as with any small child, this trip to the local fast food establishment garnered much excitement for our heroes. La Hermana strapped the boys into their car seats and proceeded to ease into the heavy trafficked college town. In order to keep them focused on the impending meal she began playing a game. She started joking about the type of food they would be eating this fine day. She mentioned that they might be having a meal of chicken beaks which prompted Snake to play along. “We’re gonna have some squirrel tail!” he giggled. Pandora’s Box had been opened as The Evil One’s convoluted little mind began to spin for something to say so that he could participate in this impromptu game. “Momma, we’re gonna have chicken nuts!”
Obviously, this reply brought up the ire of my sister. She proceeded to let him know that phrases like this are inappropriate. Now, Snake, a possible future politician or ringleader of some high-end crime troupe came to his little brother’s defense. The following damage control sentence spewed from his lips: “Momma, he didn’t mean nuts as in balls but as in crazy.” Remember now that this child is six. We all know that The Evil One did not mean this as in crazy because, I mean, who can eat crazy, right? La Hermana blames other children at school, I think that it might be his uncle (oh wait, that’s me!).
On a related note, my brother-in-law, father of the Brothers of Destruction, who I have affectionately referred to here in this forum as Michael The Dork, has a complaint. Apparently, Mr. Dork takes offense to his nickname. I will change it buddy, just for you. So, dear readers, please update your records. The previously mentioned Michael The Dork will forever be known now as…Turd Sandwich.
Look what happens when you complain, Mike, I mean Turd Sandwich.
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