not my kid

I had an Aunt like that.

When i was about 8, we used to go camping in large groups. “Happy Wanderers”. Families, that sort of thing.

Anyway, one time, my mom had to leave for a few hours and she asked my Aunt to watch me. She said, “Sure”.

Mom comes back a few hours later.

“Where’s Kenny?”

“Oh I dunno”, my Aunt lovingly replied, “Not my kid.”

Last time Mom asked her to keep an eye on me. tongue emoticon

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