Discussion is always lively at the family dinner table. We never know what to expect.
The other night was no different. “Why do both of you always refer to your brothers as Uncle John or Uncle Justin?” my daughter asked. “They’re not YOUR uncles.”
Mike shrugged. “But they’re your uncles.”
She grinned and turned to her brother. “So you know that means when I have kids I’ll always call you Uncle Sam.”
My mouth dropped in surprise. I looked at Mike and saw his eyes equally wide. “Did you ever…?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Never put that together.”
We both looked at each other skeptically while our daughter gloated over pointing out something her parents had never thought of…