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So as stated in my prior post, drinking was bound to occur.  The fact that it occurred upon (and obviously prior) to our arrival was comforting.  A blazing campfire, cold beers, and faces you know by heart but haven’t seen in about two years is something anyone could appreciate.  

My Uncle Matt who is fairly new to parenting (5 years into the lifelong job) was the victim of a vicious blow to the head via his 5 year old son Jake (though Jake always seems inclined to point out that he is “5 and a HALF”).  The event unfolded as follows (according to my Uncle Matt).

Jake: “Dad, can I use the stick just for a little bit please?”

(Jake would be referring to the stick approximately 4 feet in length, and an inch and a half in width, which my Uncle Matt had been using to tend the fire) 

Matt: “Okay Jake, but please be careful”

*No more than 15 seconds pass*

*Jake puts the stick over his little 5 year old shoulder and turns around.*

CRACK

Matt: “****!!  ****!!!  Son of a ****!!!!  God ******!!!!”

*At this point, blood is flowing freely from my Uncle Matts head, Jake is visibly upset, fearing the wrath of his Father.*

Oh the beautiful moments being a Father brings.  As for the reunion?  Day two has commenced; let the festivities continue.  

*On a side note, my Uncle Matt was fine when I arrived.  Due to the medical skills of my family, he was fixed up with a band-aid and a beer.