I love my niece. Really. But, when she comes in bloviating about a science project I never got to do (I know, my elementary school = depressing), I was jealous. But it’s okay, I helped her on it and it’s awesome. Gotta love mythology! (I know I do.) How mythology works into a science project? That’s for another time.
So, back to my niece—she’s adorable. She likes to play games with me and I have to try to not win. I’m competitive. (Generally, at wrong times.) Hopefully I’m not going to be one of those parents who can’t let their kids win silly games. (That’d suck.) One time we had a literal silly game—where you do ridiculous things to make the other laugh. After licking my cheek (it’s a common occurrence, really), attempting to tickle me (which isn’t the way you’re supposed to play it), she starts going down the hall yodeling and walking all fuliguline—it was hilarious.
I’ve got a really strong motherly instinct. It’s a good thing, I think, but it can get me in trouble. Like when I take control of telling my niece what she can and can’t do when she comes over. It’s not “Grandma, can I _____?” It’s “Devin, can I _____?” Sometimes gets my mom a bit annoyed. (Oops?)
But, it’s useful. I can get really bossy. If you met the coworkers from my first job…. Yeah, I think you can get the gist. I try not to be too bossy!
And, back to my niece. Her lucky charm is a rabbit’s foot. Ugh. How I hate them. The sight of one makes me want to gag. Sometimes, I do gag. It’s almost the way dry grass-blades used to make me squirm. She’s learned not to show it to me.
I may have revealed something about me that isn’t strictly true, can you guess what it is?