I have occasionally joked that as an uncle, it is my duty to get my nieces and nephew into trouble.

So a bit over a week ago, I met my Uncle Frank and Aunt Pat at a bicycle swap meet. My fiancée couldn't come, as she had a prior obligation. At the meet, I admired the bikes, but only bought a pair of winter gloves.

As we ate lunch together after the meet, my uncle convinced me to text my fiancée that I had bought three new bikes at a great price. She was not pleased to learn this.

I guess it just goes to show that an uncle's job never ends.

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