Challenge 4: In they came, pleased giggling and happy, ok now take off the bags otto ton. (oh shit.....)
after some pestering about reassuring them that I wouldnt cut off their feet, out the scissor came and a sharp wallpaper knife. No blood was spilled, however it took me the best part of 30 minute to get them all off. especially the girls bags was an issue. My head must have malfunctioned at that point, cause whilst I was reassuring her that I wouldn't cut off her feet, I somehow managed to say "if I cut them off ill steal you a new pair", it didn't have the intended reaction.
At this point when all was said and done it was getting late, I was sitting with my laptop in my lap and played X-com Enemy Unknown. apparently the little girl had built up a little childish crush on me, and was basically sitting on my shoulder whole night long.
Then the talking went going, and the kids were talking about themselves about farting and shit and the like. All very amusing to them, then the conversation started to take a nasty turn, as we started talking about some adults wore diapers when they got really old, and couldn't take care of themselves. It was at that moment that my oldest of my two present nephews went "MOM WEARS A DIAPER". the little girl went "WHAT? can you show me?". Being that we were two adults in the room we hushed the thing down and managed to keep him put. He did however not stop talking about it. "UH HUH, its really small, its for when she bleeds!". (at this point I am holding my head in my hands waiting for whats about to come. "bleeds?" "yeah she bleeds from her wee wee, all girls do!". To which the little girl at age 7 came with this epic reply "Gosh darn it! typical that I had to be born a girl"