The (short) Story of "Uncle"
When Jack was not quite three months old, we were in Michigan at his Cousin Averi's house. One morning, after not getting much sleep, I was a little ummm...slow and sleepy and all-around deprived of most basic human needs when Uncle Jason came down to play with the kids. I was trying to tell Jack something about Jason when I completely forgot Jason's name. I think I cleared my throat and tried to pull it off as if I choked on my coffee, but it just wouldn't come to me. Jason was gracious--even giving me a second or two more than most people would--but, I ended up sounding ridiculous. It went something like this: "Jack, look at what Uncle (long, long, ridiculously long pause) is doing." From then on, he was known as "Uncle."
1 comment:
Very cute story Christi! Now we know who UNCLE is and Uncle PP.
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