Unca Gug

Whenever my brother comes to visit, it's always a riot. He spoils the boys rotten and then gives them back. They have now come to expect Little Debbie cakes, candy, toys, or books every time he's here. Their favorite thing to do with Unca Gug is play monster. Whenever they hear that monster laugh from my brother, they will let out their high-pitched screams and run for their lives. They keep a close eye on his whereabouts as well. The poor man can barely go to the bathroom without a worried voice saying, "Where's Unca Gug?" Aidan, particularly, is enthralled with Unca Gug's things. Before I had the genius idea of putting up a gate in front of my brother's bedroom door, Aidan took it upon himself to explore the forbidden territory many times. I could always tell Aidan had been up to mischief when my brother comes to me with a question about where something of his has gone. One time, I found my brother's toothpaste smeared over every surface of the bathroom and followed the trail into the family room to find the source sitting in front of the TV with toothpaste in his hair. I've also had to pick up spilled banana chips or nuts that belonged to my brother. I got that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when Justin came into the kitchen and said, "Unca Gug! Aidan is playing with your phone!" Just a few days ago, I asked my brother to keep an eye on the boys while I go pick up their oldest brother from school. Of course, he's fine with this and thought it was no big deal. I come home to find Aidan in the tub and my brother not in the best of moods. I cringed because I had an idea of what he was going to tell me. My brother informed me that Aidan was sitting on the couch painting himself with his own feces from his diaper. Gagging, he very carefully picked him up with as few fingers as he could and plopped him into the tub. A few days later, I got out the potty chair for training. My brother said it was about time.