This tradition has not only been on the playing field, but one night it was at the Bozeman, Montana airport. Late one night, before all the high security at the airport, my mom's whole side of her family went to pick up my youngest uncle. He was young and single (3oish) and flying home. The plan was to send some of us cousins-6 of us-running to him calling him daddy. I was supposed to pretend I was his wife carrying the youngest of the cousins-Kama and give him and kiss and tell him I was so happy he was home. Then the uncle's and aunts would be standing behind us groucho marks glasses. When he came around the corner , saw all of us and watched the scenario play out, his eyes got really big and he just started laughing. I'm sure in his head he was thinking, "What a crazy family I have!" (Is that right unlce jon?)
Here is more from the game!
2 comments:
Kili - you are right. We have a crazy family, but I wouldn't trade them for anything!
Me either.
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