So, on Saturday 23 February he got to go to his first birthday party. It was Mummy A’s first cousin’s son’s 5th birthday. I think that makes him my nephew. Actually if you’re getting technical about it, he’s really my first cousin (in law?) once removed…whatever that means.
So we go to the party – and good ol’ Baby A sleeps through the whole thing.
My nephew…sorry, first cousin once removed, was in fine form. He’s lovable and naughty in equal measures. At one point he came up to me and said “Uncle, smell my fart!”. Look, kid, I smell enough of my son’s ones, without needing to smell anymore.
In case you wonder, Baby A is his second cousin(…I think).
