My 6 year-old nephew has had his name on the 'naughty board' at school for much of last week.
As a good uncle, I figured it was part of my role to ask him about it and see if I could point him towards the straight and narrow.
"So, what's going on? Why are you on the naughty board?" said I, the concerned uncle.
"It's not my fault" said Nephew. I wasn't surprised by this answer. It's my usual, knee-jerk response to my boss/mother/anyone about to tell me off.
"I know," said I. "But you have to try and behave. You know, school is for learning as well as for fun."
"Yeah, but Uncle...it really wasn't my fault"
"It was Cameron."
"So Cameron told you to draw pictures of your teacher's bottom when you should have been doing joined up writing practise?", said I. Really, that's what he'd been doing. Drawing pictures of Miss's naked, fat bottom.
"No, he didn't tell me to do it"
"Good. So what happened then?"
"Cameron hypnotised me". Said Nephew, stifling a grin. "I told the teacher that that was why I was drawing and not writing, but she didn't believe me. She said Cameron couldn't have hypnotised me and that I was just being naughty".
"And what did you say?"
"I said that she didn't understand the power of magic".
How am I meant to not laugh?
I love that boy so much.