is my nephew. He spends lots of time here with us. On a Thursday afternoon he comes home from school with me. We were having a conversation (he LOVES a chat) and I made a cheeky comment about being the eldest is the best.
He said, “Idon’t think that is a very fair thing to say, Tracey.”
“But you’re the eldest too, that makes you the best. ” I defended myself.
“I am not the eldest!” he cried. “Your kids are much older than me.”
“No, no. I mean the eldest in your family.”
“Your kids are in my family.”
Again I try to defend myself. “I mean the family that lives in your house with you.”
“That’s not a family. That is just my mum, my dad and my sister. What about my cousins, don’t you remember that cousins are in your family.” By this point in the conversation he was speaking to me as though I was quite simple.
I conceded defeat, “Yes I see your point. How silly of me to forget that cousins are in your family.”
We really ought to just give up and move to a kibbutz. It should be communal living for these cousins. They just love each other!