So,
I have this box set of Christmas Cartoons. It has all the classics. Stoic Nephew is home sick with the flu and I trotted over to my sister's house (after calling my doctor to confirm the flu shot she gave me would protect me from a disease ridden 8 year old). My youngest niece and nephew (ages 4 and 5 respectively) were also on hand to lend their own brand of childlike glee to the afternoon.
We made sugar cookies and decorated them. Dudes, ugliest cookies ever! But that was our goal. We had a Ugly Cookie Contest to see who could make the ugliest face with icing. They tasted great though.
After the Great Cookie Mess of 2012, we piled onto the couch to watch tv while my mother vacated the house for parts unknown. She just left me there with these three children. What happened next is her fault. No, really. I made sure to call my sister and tell her whose fault it was.
We watched Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer first. This was probably a mistake because... well. After it was over, I turn to Stoic Nephew and ask him what the moral of that story was (for the youngest two-- I figured making it educational would be the adult thing to do, right?).
Stoic nephew frowned, blew his nose, and said, "Well, I guess the moral of that story is that if you can prove yourself useful, people will be willing to overlook that you're a freak."
AND it all sort of went downhill from there as both of his siblings readily agreed with him.
I have this box set of Christmas Cartoons. It has all the classics. Stoic Nephew is home sick with the flu and I trotted over to my sister's house (after calling my doctor to confirm the flu shot she gave me would protect me from a disease ridden 8 year old). My youngest niece and nephew (ages 4 and 5 respectively) were also on hand to lend their own brand of childlike glee to the afternoon.
We made sugar cookies and decorated them. Dudes, ugliest cookies ever! But that was our goal. We had a Ugly Cookie Contest to see who could make the ugliest face with icing. They tasted great though.
After the Great Cookie Mess of 2012, we piled onto the couch to watch tv while my mother vacated the house for parts unknown. She just left me there with these three children. What happened next is her fault. No, really. I made sure to call my sister and tell her whose fault it was.
We watched Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer first. This was probably a mistake because... well. After it was over, I turn to Stoic Nephew and ask him what the moral of that story was (for the youngest two-- I figured making it educational would be the adult thing to do, right?).
Stoic nephew frowned, blew his nose, and said, "Well, I guess the moral of that story is that if you can prove yourself useful, people will be willing to overlook that you're a freak."
AND it all sort of went downhill from there as both of his siblings readily agreed with him.
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Date: 2012-12-20 01:55 am (UTC)