A Threadlike Uncle

If my nephew was an Afghan, I should be called 'Kaka'. A weird, funny, name for those who are familiar with basic Egyptian accent (for those scratching their heads, it's mostly used as the polite and 'classy' reference of human solid waste, more commonly known as 'shit')...But I'd really just settle for 'Ammo' or 'Uncle'...My nephew won't even say that. He just calls me 'Hamdy'. Two years old now, H.H. Elgammal has begun to develop some of his first few Elgammal-ian traits...Wide, flat, nose, almost invisible dimples, soft hair that tends to stand up once he does the slightest movement, and of course; a smile that is a trademark.

I know some of you are already uncles...But my 'uncleship' has other purposes too. It helps when you are ordering a Big Tasty and the operator keeps calling you 'Madamme' until you have to thicken your voice and tell him, 'It's a MALE HERE! So how about we cut the Madamme thing for a second?'. Seconds of silence. Followed by a rapid apology and a resuming of your order as if nothing happened...Now, however, with a note of 'manhood' whenever you're addressed...'Sir' or 'Mr. Hamdy' are some of the phrases used. Back to the first sentence of the paragraph...Having a nephew makes you feel older. More responsible. And it's a great load of fun too.

That is enough for today's entry I guess. I have to hit the sack because tomorrow's school.

Take care.