Nuts

On Friday, I was lucky enough to spend some time with my eldest nephew.

D is now a strapping 15 year old, close to the six foot mark, replete with almost broken voice, stubble, and that gangly way of the teenager that is yet to realise just how wonderful he is, and the amazing man he will grow to be.

When he decided to make his debut to the world, I went to sit with my neice whilst my sister was taken to hospital.  My brother in law had crept into the house and chosen not to disturb me, as he thought I had some hot date ensconsed in my bed when the reality was a drunk friend whom I kept awake both that night and others by snoring at full volume all night.

D and I first met when he was 12 hours old, and the size of a 3 month old baby, weighing in as he did at 12 lbs and 12 ounces.  I still wince when I look at him.  I am unable to see him as any older than the huge 12 hour old baby that was unceremoniously plonked in my arms by my sister, the smallest and yet the biggest baby I had ever held at that point, who terrified me so utterly that I still stay away from babies as much as I am able to to this day.

When I split with my son's biological father, it was D who was hit hard by it.  It was D who spent time to hang out with his very boring tearful and pregnant Auntie.  It was D who offered to be The Boy's big brother.  It was D who said that, when he was bigger, that he would be a fireman, or a doctor, but that when he was a daddy that would be his most important job.

He is a lovely sensitive fellow, and part of the reason that The Mammy moved in with me was to free the room she had been using so as he might be able to have some *cough* private time.  This has not, as of yet, occured.

Thus he has a score of magazines for the gentleman purveyor, locked in a secure case that he *cough* peruses as and when he has the opportunity to, seeing as he shares a room with his two significantly younger
and very annoying brothers.

On Friday, we went for a walk and I offered to spot him a magazine.  We browsed the shelves, and although I knew he wouldn't want CBeebies magazine, I imagined that he would want Ben 10, or Toxic, or similar.

He plumped for Nuts. Which is ironic I suppose, seeing as he'll be using the content to do his own particular brand of pumping...