My uncle calls me his little Jules Verne, which is strange because I've never read Jules Verne, I've never mentioned Jules Verne or any of his work, I don't enjoy science fiction, and, as far as I know, my uncle has never read Jules Verne. In fact, if you asked him who Jules Verne was, I doubt he could tell you. Yet every Thanksgiving the first thing out of his mouth is "Come kiss your old Uncle Troy on the lips." It's an odd joke. Especially when paired with the nickname.