The problem with being a Funcle

I decided this past weekend that Uncle Chad should actually be Funcle Chad. Because he is kinda fun and an Uncle. He sent MRA a balance bike and taught him the fist bump (which always gets a BIG smile).

Fun uncle, right. So Funcle.

I was riding in the car with the Notorious MRA and my parents and decided to try it out. So I say, "Can you say FUNCLE?"

And, in Notorious fashion, loud and clear, MRA states, "Fuck eeeeeewwwww."

We all raised our eyebrows and then cracked up. I guess we will wait a little longer before we try that word again.

Happy Tuesday!