"JOE! JJJJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

The life of the family uncle! Today, as soon as I was once again getting my morning coffee, my toddler niece was on my case... Actually it started before I came upstairs from the basement. I could hear, "Joe! JJJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" I thought to myself, "Damn! That little nag is riding my ass and I haven't even gotten out of bed." That's, perhaps, what she was telling me in her scream. "Joe! Get off your ass and take me outside!" Which, is exactly what I did a little while ago. She wants to play "catch." That's the game where she runs around with a basketball and wants me to pick her up so she can make a basket. That would've been fun, but a car is in the way. So, we played "bubbles." Bubbles is the game where I try to blow bubbles for her to squish, but she attempts to pull the bubble wand out of my hand and looks at me sadistically... "Fool!" her glare tells me. "You are just like Charlie Brown and the old football." Today, because choices were limited in the Emily world and my back isn't quite right from pushing her on her big wheel thing the last time she made me do it, we decided to explore the world. I decided for her, actually. "Come on, Emily. Let's go for a walk." "No," she says like a two year-old. Ball (Another name for catch)." Anyway, after coaxing her with my own stubborness, we finally took our little walk. On our walk to explore the world, Emily saw birds. Emily doesn't quite realize that birds don't like humans. So, she spent a good part of our time outside chasing birds and looking surprised when they just flew away. "Emily," I said, "how do birds go?" She said, "Tweat! Tweat!" ... As I had hoped, Emily caught on to my suggestion - Speak bird. So, as she was chasing the birds she screamed, "Tweat! tweat!" Alas, because one speaks bird, it doesn't mean bird gives a damn an will let you catch it. I was hoping to teach her a lesson... that is, don't chase birds yelling "tweat, tweat!" into the street giving uncle's heart attacks as he runs his fat ass to grab her out of the street before she meets the "beep! beep!" of an asshole driver. There are plenty of those fuckers around here. So, birdless and dirty, Emily decided to play with dirt to get dirtier. I showed how fun it is to poke a stick and make swirls in the dirt. Emily took it a step further by makeing stick swirls on cars, grass, sidewalks, and uncles. Sadly, it was nap time. The fun was over. After telling on me for bringing her in when she didn't want to, Emily is almost fast asleep. And, I now write this blog. I get quite a kick out of that kid, as my blogs seem to show. It has been really a wonderful expierence watching her grow. It makes my day when I enter a room and she runs up and hugs my leg... But, then the moment ends, and "Joe! JJJJOOOOOEEEE!!" begins and suddenly, I am a slave.