According to sources close to the matter, it's apparently something of a dick move to give your sister's kids candy thirty minutes before bedtime.
Because the dude loves himself some ink, I picked up a pack of more than a hundred temporary tattoos for my nephew Harrison recently.
Me: Which one do you want to put on?
Harrison: All of them.
Me: You can have one.
We're at six so far.
My four-year-old nephew's been sporting hot pink polish on his nails for the better part of a week and it makes me both happy and sad to know that he hasn't the slightest notion about what the world expects of him.