My nephew, Quentin. I knew about him and anxiously waited for him practically from the moment of conception. I was on the phone listening in when he was born, and I rushed to Chicago to hold him within days of his birth. I adore him to the ends of the Earth, so I was kind of heartbroken when he would have nothing to do with me at Christmas. I tried bribing. I tried playing trains and cars. I tried being sweet, silly, crazy. I mostly got looks of contempt followed by "nooooooooo Aunt Bobo!" When he talks to me on the phone, he likes to tell me that I taste yucky (his favorite insult), that he's going to flush me down the toilet, or that I'm not invited to whatever event is coming up. He's a charmer. :)
This trip to Chicago, though, I won him over. I arrived armed with a new super hero. I played endless games of "got your booty" and chased him through the streets of Wheaton (whether or not I was fueled by multiple margaritas from my favorite Mexican restaurant is irrelevant). I had the best time getting to know him.
Every time I pulled my camera out, I had a little shadow. He would turn on the charm full-on, posing, preening, showing off. But the minute I turned my camera on him, I'd get this:
I can not tell you how many pictures I have from Chicago with him covering his face. Right after practically begging to have his picture taken. The kid is a RIOT. Can't you just see the personality oozing?
I love you, Q-man.
2 comments:
What a fun kid! I would pay money to watch a video of you running (fueled by margs, of course) through any street-HAAA!
He looks so much like you, Melisa, and your mom:)
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