Punch-drunk in Germany

Posted on
Sep 19, 2013
Posted in: Random Musings

We are standing in a small courtyard in Munich, when I start acting like my mother, and my brother starts acting exactly like himself. Which, in this instance, means that he’s taken his son’s hand and is pretending to punch things.

He even makes the appropriate “Pssht! Pssht!” punching noises.

And then -god help me – HE PRETENDS TO PUNCH HIS SON.

And sometimes, he had the baby punch him.

“EDWARD,” I snap.


“Stop punching your baby.”

“He’s my baby. I can do what I want.”


“He likes it!”

“He does not like it.”

“He does too! It’s not my fault – the kid loves being punched. Watch.”

At which point, my brother pretends to punch his baby …

Which my nephew finds hilarious.

Damn it, kid. Don’t laugh at that.

Seriously, I don’t know what to do with these two.


Note: We do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone actual punching of babies.



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