Last night, I sat with Gabriel's two dimple-faced nephews, ages 5 and 7, while they looked at old photos. They giggled as they called out names of puppies, cousins and friends. After a while, a photo of a sweet baby girl opening a present popped up.
That's...Uncle Gabe's kid.
That's Uncle Gabe's kid, he said again.
Oh my. I will not recount what my mind did for the next two hours, as I, unable to corner Gabe away from family, was left to wonder if the mouth of a babe had just revealed some secret left unshared. If only you could have heard Gabe's laughter when I trapped him hours later to ask him if he'd hidden a child from me. He, riddled with laughs, explained that he was definitely not a father. I was embarrassed to say the least, and shrugged off his hugs. I wasn't quite ready to laugh at the incident last night.
Okay, this morning I am willing to admit: It was pretty funny.
A note to those wondering: Do not fear. It was his friend's kiddo who had been around that day. I should have figured this out as the boys stumbled over the identification, and there was one photo of the babe out of hundreds...but you know how minds work in panic mode. Scary for a moment...but funny for a lifetime. :)