I took a spontaneous trip to Athlone on Friday to visit my brother, his girlfriend Melissa and Baby Jack.
Jack is growing so quickly. He has a random assortment of words. His repertoire includes:
- Who that?
- Hey ya
On Saturday, I held Jack while his parents cleaned the kitchen. I showed Jack the window, which he apparently loves. We danced around the kitchen with him on my shoulders. I thought I could round off the Nephew-Uncle Bonding session by showing him my juggling skills. I substituted juggling balls with over ripe apples.
Bro. also took two apples from the bowl and attempted a juggle. I informed him he wasn’t juggling properly, “merely passing the apple from one hand to the other”. I took two apples and readied myself for a performance to be rivalled by Duffy’s circus.
I threw one of the apples in the air. It sailed for a second or so and then came down. I failed to catch it. It bounced off Jack’s head and hurtled to the floor.
“Fuck!” I roared loudly.
Jack did not stir. He felt nothing. I looked up and noticed I was in Melissa’s gaze. Melissa had seen everything.
“I bet you’re reconsidering my offer of babysitting services,” I said.