For BIL's uncle. BIL is married to H's sister, so this was no relation, but we called the deceased Uncle Jim and his wife is Aunt Vicki. Aunt Vicki is BIL's mom's sister, and BIL's mom is Grandma Peggy.
Right away, Edith hauls ass to Grandma Peg and says, "Let's go meet people." so off they go. They stop by the casket, and E asks if she can touch Uncle Jim. Peggy says sure. After that, my damn kid touched the body as. many. times. as. possible. Then she goes up to Aunt Vick and says, "Hey Aunt Vick, let's go look at the dead guy." Thankfully, Aunt Vick was Xanaxed to the gills and she has a wicked sense of humor anyway, so she laughed her ass off and said "Hey! That's my dead guy!" and grabbed E's hand for a look. Jesus, that kid. Thank god for Xanax.
And I'll be damned if everything the child said wasn't at top freaking volume. But Aunt Vick said I could bring them over this week if I needed a break. Poor thing was clearly stoned out of her gourd.
Post by themysteriouswife on May 19, 2013 22:51:46 GMT -5
This makes me feel better. The first funeral we allowed A to attend, was H's step-grandfather's. A looked at the casket and grabbed the bars. She tried to do gymnastics on them. :/ kids really don't understand the whole dead thing.