We drove across the state today to set up a photo frame device for my aunt, and introduce her to Bug. While we were there, we took her and her bf to dinner across the street from her complex, and my mom texted to ask how we'd gotten my aunt over, since we're in my dad's fuckoff big truck and she's not able to climb into it. My dad texted back that he just tied a tow cable to her wheelchair and drove over, and my mom texted me to find out the truth but
My aunt laughed until she wheezed and told us to stop being so mean to her sister, but when we got back to her apartment:
She helped us get "proof" to send my mom because you gotta have a little fun teasing your siblings
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Trick or treat!
For the first year ever, I didn't pass out candy, because I was taking my 3yo nephew out trick or treating, so that's the only treat I have
Please imagine a big cheesy smile. He wanted to be "the garbage man!!!” because he loves seeing the garbage trucks and sanitation workers doing their jobs. So they got him a little high vis vest and his dad made him a scooter for a mini recycling can (which is where his candy went into, instead of a bucket).
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Going up to my uncle's house on Thanksgiving weekend was the first time I really got to spend an extended period of time with his kids. I've met them before, but briefly, and always when other family was around. So it was the first time I got a lot of one-on-one time with them.
He has two boys, they're four and six years old. The six year old has been diagnosed with autism and is mostly nonverbal.
The four year old makes up for his brother's quiet ways by talking enough for the both of them. And what does he want to talk about? Math.
He is hyper-fixated on math. Like what-is-the-square-root-of level math.
The thing you gotta know about me is I am the exact opposite. I'm confident all day every day with words, but just the THOUGHT of math makes me panic. My mind goes completely blank, even on stuff that I should know.
I'm a smart person, but not if you ask me math questions.
So of course, the four year old sat in my lap one day while we were there and started asking me square-root questions, and I was like, "Buddy, I regret to inform you that I am not good at math. I cannot answer these questions."
He stared at me with wide eyes and said, in a very sincere yet sad voice, "Oh. I'm so sorry."
Well, apparently, in the time since we've left, the four year old has tried to ask about me, but he couldn't remember my name.
So, he asked my uncle, "What about Aunt, um--Aunt--you know! The one that can't do math!!"
Yes, I know, I'm technically his cousin, but considering the number of children in this family that call me 'Aunt Dessie' it's just easier to let all of them do it
But that's how he remembers me. I can't be remembered as "the one who taught me how to count in Hawaiian and German" (because I did) or "the one that came with Grandma" (because that's also true)
No. I gotta be "the one who can't do math."
And then he tells my uncle, "That's really sad. We should help her."
So I don't know how your life is going, but I'm being pitied by a four year old
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