So, we had Nephews this weekend. It’s like having mice, but a lot louder.
Nephew 1 turns eleven this month… and already he runs cross-country and wears a size 10.5 running shoe.
TEN. AND. A. HALF.
Y’know what? I’m just going to concentrate on the memory of little fat feet instead of being gobsmacked that he wears a half size lower than Tech Boy. (Also: I apologize in advance for the Dad Joke, but once heard, these things cannot be UNheard, amirite? Of course I am.)
Elf at Eleven
that gummy grin gleamed
face drool-bright and triumphant
as he found his feet –
his feet, like Saint Bernard’s paws
give him great understanding.
(Those adorable ears are why he’s been Elf his whole life. These nicknames just write themselves.)