I like to say things to my 6-year-old nephew Willie to get him to look at me funny and say "What????????????"
On the day after Thanksgiving, I asked him, "Hey Willie, do you know who my sister is?"
He looked at me clueless, as if to be wondering, "You have a sister, Uncle Tom?!?"
"Your mom is my sister," I told him.
The look on his face was priceless.
So I added, "And Uncle John is my brother."
He looked at me like I was speaking complete and utter nonsense.
By the way, he still believes that I am good friends with Santa Claus.