In my family we call that the “guncle”…gay+uncle. It’s what my nephew has called me since he was about six years old.
Given Mick’s age I shouldn’t think they were MPK’s paternal grands although anything’s possible.
![Zany face :zany_face: 🤪](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f92a.png)
notice how much Sadie looks like the grandmother!
Again, enough in common to make me wonder if we’re related! In addition to their careers my folks had a dairy so I learned how to handle cattle early, and though not as fast as I used to be, can still milk by hand (minds out of the gutter fellas). We also raised most of our food be it animal, vegetable or mineral. I’ve chopped cotton, planted cane and harvested hay. I still carry, but no longer use, my pilot’s license for the crop duster. My first social security deduction was at the age of nine. You could work for a family business without falling afoul of the child labor laws then. Might still can for all I know. As a member of 4-H I’ve also competed in many farming and ranching competitions. If necessary I can dig a latrine and build a cabin without power tools. Can’t really see ol’ Turkey Teef Dan or Anne-Marie Curly-Locks being able to do any of that without an ocean of man tears. Especially Dan.