Samuel's Third Birthday: Uncle Marvin Tells All

Source--let the inner animal out

Comfortable in his wheel chair, Great Uncle Marvin sat under the umbrella making balloon animals for the children.  His sister, ‘Nana’ had warned him to be on the look-out for anything at all that might happen.  Samuel’s father, Nathan had been a holy terror and Uncle Marvin had helped corral Little Nate many times.  Yup, Marvin was there, and looking forward to watching Samuel and his little friends.

When asked later about what happened and when, Marvin leaned back in his wheelchair and began.  “Well, I tell ya….Nothin’ was a-tal strange.  Those kids were running and screaming from one thing to ‘nother.  I made lots of crowns for the little girls, swords for those boys.  Nope, that was all goin’ just fine.”

Uncle Marvin chuckled, “Ya know, it started with the little girls and their high-pitched screaming.  Had to turn my hearing aid down.  They was running in a big clump from one end to ‘other, screaming like nobody’s biz’ness.  That one girl, Clarisse, oh Lordy! She has a mighty set of lungs.”

“Then the boys, they all headed to the jumpy house thing, that castle.  They was jumpin’ for all they’s worth.  Then they got it rockin’ side to side.  That was when some of those patches blew, and the air hissed out.”

That young man, Jason, well, he jumped into the castle and started pulling and throwin’ all those little boys out.  Then he came out holding a diaper at arms’ length.  And, it was one loaded diaper, too. Said something about the boys had been peeing all over the inside.  That Jason, he started gagging, but he got his two helpers to unplug the fan and start deflating the castle thing.”

“Heck, that was ooone mess, too.  The mommas all dropped their Sangrias and grabbed their boys.  The girls kept that danged screaming and running all that time.”

“Off to the side here, over here where that Spiderman cake was, well, some kid called Buddy climbed up on the table and started grabbing handfuls of blue icing and throwing it at Grammy and a lady named Tammy.  He smeared that stuff into Grammy’s wig and all over Tammy’s chest.  Nice big chest, too.”

“Well, the mommas got ahold of those danged girls and there was so much commotion, I turned that danged hearing aid off.  Then I saw Samuel.  That little stinker was way down by the pony.  Cowboy Bob-or-somethin’ had gone runnin’ to help round-up those boys, so that poor shaggy pony was by hisself, until Samuel walked over to ‘im.  Casual as you please.”

“Samuel patted the pony, all gentle-like.  Then he pulled the rope free, so he’s leadin’ the pony to the back gate, which that Samuel got open.  He slapped the rear of the pony, and tole that poor thing somethin’ like ‘Good-bye, Old Paint’, or such.  Don’t know if that’s right or not.”

“Then Cowboy somethin’ ran after the pony, whirlin’ his lasso.  Mighty handy with a lasso, too.  Didn’t ‘spect that from a kid like him.”

“And that’s all I saw.  Iffn you want to know more, you’d better ask Nana or Samuel.  They seem to know everything.”