Quotes About My First Nephew

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“Mr F.s Aunt, who had eaten her pie with great solemnity, and who had been elaborating some grievous scheme of injury in her mind since her first assumption of that public position on the Marshals steps, took the present opportunity of addressing the following Sibyllic apostrophe to the relict of her late nephew. Bring him forard, and Ill chuck him out o winder! Flora tried in vain to soothe the excellent woman by explaining that they were going home to dinner. Mr F.s Aunt persisted in replying, Bring him forard and Ill chuck him out o winder! Having reiterated this demand an immense number of times, with a sustained glare of defiance at Little Dorrit, Mr F.s Aunt folded her arms, and sat down in the corner of the pie-shop parlour; steadfastly refusing to budge until such time as he should have been brought forard, and the chucking portion of his destiny accomplished.”
— Charles Dickens —

“I hoped Claire would have a girl. A nephew would be fun until he got his first erection and then he'd be like the rest of them.”

— Meredith Schorr

“Timmy put his head to the floor, nose to nose with Thumper. Thumper opened her eyes and gave the kid a lick. Timmy licked her back.
"Don't lick the dog," I said.
"She did it first."
"Yeah, but she cleans her butt with that tongue. Presumably, you don't."
-Jason & 4yoa nephew Timmy”

— John Inman

“On a fading summer evening, late in the last hours of his old life, Peter Jaxon-son of Demetrius and Prudence Jaxon, First Family; descendent of Terrence Jaxon, signatory of the One Law; great-great-nephew of the one known as Auntie, Last of the First; Peter of Souls, the Man of Days and the One Who Stood-took his position on the catwalk above Main Gate, waiting to kill his brother.”

— Justin Cronin

“Mr F.'s Aunt, who had eaten her pie with great solemnity, and who had been elaborating some grievous scheme of injury in her mind since her first assumption of that public position on the Marshal's steps, took the present opportunity of addressing the following Sibyllic apostrophe to the relict of her late nephew.
'Bring him for'ard, and I'll chuck him out o' winder!'
Flora tried in vain to soothe the excellent woman by explaining that they were going home to dinner. Mr F.'s Aunt persisted in replying, 'Bring him for'ard and I'll chuck him out o' winder!' Having reiterated this demand an immense number of times, with a sustained glare of defiance at Little Dorrit, Mr F.'s Aunt folded her arms, and sat down in the corner of the pie-shop parlour; steadfastly refusing to budge until such time as 'he' should have been 'brought for'ard,' and the chucking portion of his destiny accomplished.”

— Charles Dickens

“A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!" cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge's nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach. "Bah!" said Scrooge, "Humbug!”

— Charles Dickens

“I told my nephew that if he wanted to get on in motor racing, the first thing he should do was master English. Thank goodness he now speaks it.”

— Juan Manuel Fangio