So many puns, so little time

King of the Wild Frontieeerrrrrrrr!

Cousin Chick, about whom I could write appropximately 8,953 blog entries, provides me with much entertainment. Much, much, much entertainment. More than I could really get into on this space. But perhaps will eventually. He wears many hats, as I always say. LITERALLY. Chick LOVES costumes and props and acting and comedy, and he only just turned 8.

He plays Gaelic football (huh?), takes Karate, used to take Irish dance (but would never perform for me when I babysat him), and is currently a Cub Scout. He knew the name for all the dinosaurs when he was six. He could retell the story of the crucifixion in preschool ("Poor baby Jesus, you don't know it, but one day, they're gonna nail you to a CROSS") and loves to sing about the snows of Mt Kilimanjaro (which he knows are in Africa). He referred to himself as a "Pachyderm Papa" when Aunt Amy adopted an elephant for him at the Philadelphia Zoo. You see the comedic material here?

I have just been informed (via a purposefully-Comic Sans e-mail from his mother-- OH, CHEERS! NOT.) that he was Davy Crockett for Biography Day at his school (he features on that page obvi), of which Anna Quindlen is a notable alumna. His ex-girlfriend was Amelia Earhart:























Yes, ex. It seems Chick just doesn't have time for the ladies, what with all his extra-curriculars.