After 19 years of a new niece or nephew nearly every year (17 total between Tracy and me) I'm pretty used to being called Uncle Glen...
...even by my inner monologue. I'm thinking things like "Hang on baby! Uncle Glen's bringing you something to eat" or "Good morning sweetie! Uncle Glen's gonna fix your poopies."
(Yes. I just called dirty diapers "poopies.")
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you rockstar.
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