It was a very unfortunate way in which I learned what “Say uncle!” means. It was either one of my babysitters or one of my babysitting cousins was twisting my uncooked spaghetti noodle strong arms and yelling at me to “Say uncle!” and it was as if they were saying “What’s the frequency Kenneth?” or “Is it safe?” It made no sense to me. I was saying “Albert” I think and they didn’t understand why I wasn’t just saying uncle and it progressed into tears on my side and guilt on their’s. I’m sure 10 minutes later we were playing some other game though.