My mother and my maternal aunt and uncle all had kids, and I am one of seven grandchildren. Like all grandparents, ours had the
My uncle was quite an athlete when he was younger and would watch and involve his sons in many sports as they grew up. He has three boys, the eldest, Kevin (not his real name) being about sixteen years younger than me. All of his kids would follow in their father’s footsteps by joining hockey and baseball teams at very young ages. They all played extremely well, I might add.
Before his brothers were born, my grandmother would look after Kevin for a few days a week. Kevin was about two years old during this time. When Granny had to run errands, Kevin would be loaded into the obligatory car seat and taken along for the ride. These trips were usually uneventful.
Like most toddlers do when you are not watching them, Kevin would get into mischief. So, after returning home one day from shopping, Granny left Kevin in the back seat so she could keep an eye on him while unloading the groceries that were, in those days, still packed in brown paper bags. This would take a few trips back and forth from the car. On her final trip, she was horrified to discover the entire interior of the car had been egged: it was all over the back seat, the front seat and Kevin was covered in it. The last and final grocery bag had contained a carton of eggs which had been placed right on top and which was located right beside Kevin in the backseat.
Apparently, Kevin got bored while waiting to be liberated from the car.
Now I'm not sure exactly what was said, but from what I understand, it went something like this:
Granny, not normally known to use expletives, yelled at him, “What in the HELL did you do?”, to which Kevin excitedly cheered, "Baseball!!"
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