Seriously. Not only did I buy the kid the most awesomest lobster costume ever (not that there are really any un-awesome lobster costumes), but I also made him this quilt.
As you can see from this picture, he loves it. Also I was snapping my fingers in an amusing fashion for him. But mostly he loves his quilt. I fully expect him to express his love in true baby fashion by pooping on it. Or spitting up. He expressed his love for his favorite aunt (me!) by throwing up on me.
We’re close like that.
Of course, he will learn to hate me when he brings his first date home and his mom brings out the naked baby pictures that his aunt so thoughtfully took. What can I say? My sister thought his baby butt looked cute and I agreed. So, we created some images that will forever give me blackmail material. As in, “Why don’t you freshen up Auntie Hope’s drink before she shows your girlfriend (or boyfriend, we are an open family) the pics from when your manhood wasn’t much bigger than your belly button.” Then I’ll make him take a sip of it before I do because lord knows if anyone pulled something like that on me I would not hesitate to give them a little extra fiber/ex-lax.
Also, I think that his parents are planning on dressing him in the lobster costume for halloween. And then my sister is going to be a chef and my brother-in-law is going to wear a lobster bib. And my nephew is going to tell his therapist twenty years from now about how his parents thought that the idea of eating him for dinner when he somewhat resembled a baked ham (baby thighs are delicious!) was the funniest thing ever.
I hope his therapist tells him that he’s lucky to have a family with a sense of humor.
You can do a lot of things in life…but very few of them without a sense of humor.
The lobster costume rocks. Crustacean babies!!