Uncle Bill is awesome

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I was an uncle for about a decade before I became a dad, and I have to say I’m pretty good at it, in my own way. (Not that it’s a competition.)

But I’d like to share with you a story that I think exemplifies my uncle-ing style. Then, I want to invite you to share the story, for reasons that will become apparent.

It begins about six or seven years ago, when my niece Chloe, who is my wife’s sister’s daughter, and who can do no wrong in my eyes, was 10 or 11.

She had a book of activities for kids, and one of the activities was a game called “The Game.” The rules were simple and bizarre:

1. Everyone in the world is playing The Game, whether they want to or not.

2. There is no way to win The Game. However, you lose The Game by remembering that you are playing The Game.

3. When you lose The Game, you are required to announce your loss.

For the next few years, this was my “thing” with Chloe: playing The Game, by continuously trying to remind each other of the fact of The Game.

We got pretty creative. A lo…