Once upon a time in a distant time far far away little Britt had two favorite uncles. Uncle Matt is my father's eldest brother while Uncle Miles is my father's baby brother. Britt both little and big is very protective over both uncles. Like a mama bear protecting a baby cub, I will maul anyone when it comes to either Uncle. But today’s tale is dedicated to Uncle Miles. Although my Uncle Miles is one of my favorite uncles he didn’t always start off that way. When I was 3 I met my Uncle for the first time after he retired from the Army. Oddly enough I can recall the day I met him (My memory is a steel trap ). I had just woken up from a nap at my Nanny’s house, my father's older cousin. As I began walking down the hallway I saw an unfamiliar figure towards its end.
Nanny: "Brittany come here I want you to meet your Uncle Miles. This is your Daddy’s baby brother."
Uncle Miles: "Hi Britt Britt."
In this instance I was silent and thought to myself they are all lying to me. This guy looks nothing like my dad nor is he close to my dad's skin tone to be his brother. After that whenever, Uncle Miles was around, and trust me he was around I would run away. He was at my grandparents' house, my nanny’s house, and even at my house. Eventually a few happy meals down and I became down for Uncle Miles. Uncle Miles equaled gifts! Fast-forwarding four years later I wanted a life-size Barbie after watching a commercial with my uncle.
Little Britt: "Uncle Miles! Christmas is coming up and I’m sure you have no idea what to get me!"
Uncle Miles: "Oh no Britt Britt I don’t! What might you want?"
Little Britt: "Well I would love that life-size Barbie we just saw!"
Uncle Miles: "That one? Ok, I’ll get that one."
A few days later: me, my mother, and uncle miles were sitting in our living room. I sat in my favorite spot next right next to my uncle.
Uncle Miles: "Britt Britt I don’t know if I’ll be able to get your doll for Christmas".
Little Britt: "What! ahem ahem (clear through insert voice change to an innocent little girl) But Uncle Miles remember you promised me that doll. Promises are meant to be kept. Don’t you want to be a good example for me?"
Uncle Miles: "Wellllllllll Britt Britt".
This was the time I learned never to manipulate your uncle in front of your mother! In my mother's defense, she was only doing what was right. Which was reversing the effects of manipulation I learned from her mother, my heart and soul who's tactics I still use on a daily at work to this day!
Mom: "You are not getting that doll it’s too expensive! "
Uncle Miles: "Well Mary I did promise her".
Mom: "What is this she's six and you're letting her manipulate you. She is not getting it and that’s the end of it! She’s a kid Miles and you have to put your foot down."
Christmas Day I woke up to tons of toys under the tree! That year I received a new Sega genesis, a microphone, a bop it, and my life-size Barbie! My uncle was able to find a loophole in my mothers' words. He didn’t get me the name brand Barbie I wanted he technically didn’t go against what she said because she said don't get that Barbie! Technicalities were the loopholes all three brothers used when it came down to me getting what I wanted when my mom was involved. Now they might not have lived at the end of the day after my mom found out but they thought at least I would be happy!
Nanny: "Brittany come here I want you to meet your Uncle Miles. This is your Daddy’s baby brother."
Uncle Miles: "Hi Britt Britt."
In this instance I was silent and thought to myself they are all lying to me. This guy looks nothing like my dad nor is he close to my dad's skin tone to be his brother. After that whenever, Uncle Miles was around, and trust me he was around I would run away. He was at my grandparents' house, my nanny’s house, and even at my house. Eventually a few happy meals down and I became down for Uncle Miles. Uncle Miles equaled gifts! Fast-forwarding four years later I wanted a life-size Barbie after watching a commercial with my uncle.
Little Britt: "Uncle Miles! Christmas is coming up and I’m sure you have no idea what to get me!"
Uncle Miles: "Oh no Britt Britt I don’t! What might you want?"
Little Britt: "Well I would love that life-size Barbie we just saw!"
Uncle Miles: "That one? Ok, I’ll get that one."
A few days later: me, my mother, and uncle miles were sitting in our living room. I sat in my favorite spot next right next to my uncle.
Uncle Miles: "Britt Britt I don’t know if I’ll be able to get your doll for Christmas".
Little Britt: "What! ahem ahem (clear through insert voice change to an innocent little girl) But Uncle Miles remember you promised me that doll. Promises are meant to be kept. Don’t you want to be a good example for me?"
Uncle Miles: "Wellllllllll Britt Britt".
This was the time I learned never to manipulate your uncle in front of your mother! In my mother's defense, she was only doing what was right. Which was reversing the effects of manipulation I learned from her mother, my heart and soul who's tactics I still use on a daily at work to this day!
Mom: "You are not getting that doll it’s too expensive! "
Uncle Miles: "Well Mary I did promise her".
Mom: "What is this she's six and you're letting her manipulate you. She is not getting it and that’s the end of it! She’s a kid Miles and you have to put your foot down."
Christmas Day I woke up to tons of toys under the tree! That year I received a new Sega genesis, a microphone, a bop it, and my life-size Barbie! My uncle was able to find a loophole in my mothers' words. He didn’t get me the name brand Barbie I wanted he technically didn’t go against what she said because she said don't get that Barbie! Technicalities were the loopholes all three brothers used when it came down to me getting what I wanted when my mom was involved. Now they might not have lived at the end of the day after my mom found out but they thought at least I would be happy!
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