Saturday, April 2, 2011

Jesse Better Shut His Pie Hole

Today is my nephew Jake's eighth birthday.  For people that have read my blog before, he is the boy who wore an Uncle Sam costume on superhero day at school, and subsequently, while visiting our fireworks stand, decided to go and advertise on the street.  Then the sheriff showed up and accused us of child endangerment.  Poor us.  Poor kid.  Nobody told him that though he loved that red, white, and blue top hat, Uncle Sam, although fictional, is not technically a super hero, nor is he probably anyone's favorite about now.

So, for Jake's birthday, he asked me to get him Nancy Drew books.  I happily and a little grudgingly agreed.  See, I am more than happy to be buying him books for his birthday--books and music is what I always remember wanting for birthdays--but I thought he might want something a little more gender-specific like The Hardy Boys.  I have no problem with him wanting to read a book about a girl detective, but I thought his eight-year-old party guests may think differently, and I didn't want to embarrass him--in case Nancy Drew  was his little eight-year-old secret passion.

After the party had wound down, and most of the kids had left, I was inspecting some other books he got for his birthday from The Diary of the Wimpy Kid series.  I had never seen the books but know they are wildly popular.  As I was flipping the pages, I noticed something written in the front cover of the book:
The photo is lacking, for sure, but here is what the inscription reads: "Jesse better shut his pie hole."


I asked my sister "Did Jake write that!?" And my sister replied "Yes."  When Jake was walking through the kitchen, he agreed that he knew Jesse, but when we brought up that "Jesse better shut his pie hole" he magically knew nothing and walked off nonchalantly.  Later, as he sat at the table alone, I went up and whispered in Jake's ear "Jesse better shut his pie hole," and Jake giggled--he knew, and he had done it.

Now, I'm confident that no kid will make fun of Jake for reading Nancy Drew or any other kind of book, and for that, I'm grateful.

Seriously, Jesse, you better shut your pie hole.  Happy birthday, Jake.

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