In one word… worms.
I had a quick visit with my sister, my favorite brother-in-law (next to you, John) and my nephew. Luke is a really great kid, so bright, so cute, so funny. But he has one flaw. He likes worms. A lot. He hunts around the ground and finds nice, fat, slimy worms.
My sister is far more brave than I could ever be. She holds the wiggly creatures in her hand.
Yup. I’m just not that brave. Or cool. And I really was not all that amused when Luke chased me around with a worm.
Luke was quite proud of himself, making his auntie squeal like, well, a little girl.
He may be cute, but he likes worms.
I’ll stick to girls. They find worms as yucky as I do.