Things have come a long way with my niece ever since I’ve moved back home. When I was living a thousand miles away she didn’t even care about me. I mean I don’t even think she knew about me. Why would she, she’s almost two and I still have yet to get her a gift. The distance is no excuse anymore and now that she can open boxes or gifts on her own neither is the lack of presents.

Now that I’m back home, I’m aspiring to be her favorite Drunkal. Which, if you know my brothers, isn’t too difficult of an endeavor. One of my brothers is still living a thousand miles away so I’m already steps in front of him. My other brother hasn’t gone to see my niece nearly as much as I have. Since I’ve become such a familiar face, it’s becoming more and more evident that I’m becoming my niece’s favorite Drunkal.

I have been over there to see her every chance I can to remain at the top of her favorite Drunkal list. It’s only a matter of time until she starts saying my name first. She is already starting to say “toy” on her own. All she has to do is add an R in there and she’ll be saying my name before any of my brothers. Solidifying what I’ve thought the whole time… I’m my niece’s favorite Drunkal.

If my sister’s oldest niece doesn’t say my name first it’s okay. I can’t hold it against her. She’s not even my Goddaughter. But if my Goddaughter, anyone else’s name first before mine it’s a different story. I’ll be revoking my Godfather duties and leaving them entirely up to my brothers. Those nieces are their problems until they can say, “Troy you’re the best drunkal ever!” I mean all they have to do is add one more letter in my name… it’s not even a full syllable.