I have a Great-uncle Vladimir.*

Him of the long legs, who could ride bulls and broncos without being thrown.

On my mom's side, of course. They're more interesting.

*Well, he passed on long before I was born, and he might actually be my great-great-uncle, I'm not sure, but you get the picture. He really was named Vladimir, though.

My eldest nephew (only four years younger than me) and his wife just had their first child (together, she has two from a previous marriage).

That makes me a great-uncle.

Holy!

I'm too young to be a great-uncle!

Yes, I do have have a huge grin on my face as I type this!