I have to be honest with you. I'm getting a bit of a reputation as 'Uncle Buck' in my family. If you have ever seen the movie starring John Candy playing the lovable but thoroughly irresponsible Buck, who means well but always seems to do the wrong thing, you will know what i mean.
My little niece Hattie, who is 16 months old, seems to know her Uncle Steve is - well - a little bit useless. Just a couple of weeks ago I gave her a chip to eat in Nandos. A very kind gesture I thought. However I didn't realise it was covered in peri peri sauce!!! Poor Hatts had her first experience of what 'hot' really means.
Then last week I visited armed with a cake that had more artificial E numbers than you would care to remember. Little Hatts loved me - her mum and dad certainly didn't after she started racing around the living room, screaming at the top of her voice in a hyperactive mess. I am a BAD UNCLE.
So I was very surprised at the weekend with Hattie completed her first piece of art and rushed over to give it to me to keep! Now I remember my disastrous attempts at creating works of art as a child. My mum has still got warped bits of clay and drawings of animals that are barely recognisable in our family home (firmly locked away in the loft out of public sight - phew).
I think Hattie's first piece of art is great. She has just learnt what hands are so she was keen to show what she can do with them armed with a pallet of paint. The walls in the living room also got the 'Hatts' treatment.
So here is the work of art (By the way she may have had just a tiny bit of help from the odd adult)
Steve xx (Buck)