After I returned from vacation, I guess I was swearing a lot - five straight days with The BFF and no reason to watch my language had loosened my lips more than usual, which is usually quite a lot. My first therapy session back from Vermont and I made it almost all the way through before Kevin said, "What is with your potty mouth?! Would you knock it off?!" I apologized. Also, later, he hugged me goodbye, which is not unusual but goes with the rest of The Nephew story, so it needed mentioning.
A few days later, The Nephew called. I asked what he had going on over the weekend, if he had anything fun planned.
Nephew: We're gonna go to the lake maybe on Sunday. We were suppose to go yesterday but I got in trouble cuz I cussed and then threw a tantrum.
Me: That's not good, buddy. You should watch that language.
Nephew: /sigh/ I know.
Me: You know what? I got in trouble for cussing too. At my exercise place where I go to do my exercises, I kept saying bad words and finally my exercise guy said, "Watch your potty mouth!"
Nephew: He said potty-mouth. That's silly. Then what happened?
Me: I had to say I was sorry and then I got a hug. (This is exactly what happens after The Nephew gets a time-out at my house, he apologizes and gets a hug).
Nephew: /giggles/ Oh my gosh, that is kind of funny.
Me: And then the next time, his kids were there, so I had to be extra careful not to say any swear words in front of them.
Nephew: /serious voice/ That right, Aunt A, because we don't cuss in front of kids.
It was like a PSA announcement! He is five! Is he aware that he is a kid? When I told Kevin, he asked if The Nephew always talks like such a serious little man. My answer was an absolute yes.
He keeps calling to chit-chat now. "I just called to talk. Let's see...we can talk about Spiderman if you want." Then when I have to go, it's all, "Okay, you just call me back later." Or, "Well, you can call me after lunch tomorrow then." And if he gets the answering machine, it's all, "Well, I tried to call you but you weren't home. So, when you get back and then have a second, you just call me back, okay? Okay, I love you, bye."
He heard my mom was selling her house and he called to talk to her and he told her, "You know, Grandma, things may work out better than you think they will."
Five years old - such a serious little man! Kid cracks my shit up!
I was gonna give you therapy stories too, but then the post started to get a little long. I promise, I'll tell you all about Cute Guy at therapy soon.