Unfiltered Story #98717

My youngest first cousin is about three and a half. I take my sons to visit my aunt and uncle just after the family returned from Myrtle Beach. My cousin comes running up to greet us happily yelling, “I’ve got crabs!”

While my cousin shows the boys her new pets, my aunt and I are in another room trying to stifle our laughter.

Thirty years later, the same cousin and I are at the library for story time. Someone mentioned crabs and I couldn’t help grinning at [cousin.]

She muttered “Don’t you dare!” to warn me not to tell the story.