“Bring me a bottle of vodka, I can’t go out because parents are here. Momma needs her devil water.”
“Titos? Club soda & limes?”
“That’s why you’re my favorite brother.”
HermanaDiablo’s text message this past Friday indicated things were already looking dire but what could you expect when the night’s celebration centered on a 1-year old? Add to that Madre and PadreDiablo were in town as it was SobrinaDiablo’s first birthday.
A Brief Glimpse of Hell
Beer would’ve helped pass the time and mute out the screeching of the niño’s but that would’ve made things rough for PadreDiablo, who’s on his best behavior when in town. Half of my brother’s wife’s family is Muslim so that pretty much kills the liquor supply. Plus it seems weird to me, boozing it up Diablo-style around children.
Bonus: I created an intellectually challenging game for four-year olds called, “French-fry Head”. It involves using a cardboard tube from giftwrapping paper to hit your opponent over the head while calling them a “French-fry Head”. Somehow, I believe this will appeal to boys more so than girls.
I totally took advantage of the height and weight difference and easily won against all challengers. Now, who’s the “French-fry Head”?