Jakey is so offended by my elbows that he has instructed me to keep my arms bent whenever I'm with him, or wear longer sleeves to cover up the absolutely horrifying sagging of skin. When he first noticed my disfigurement in the school yard he screamed "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR ELBOWS?!!!" and started pulling at the skin. I said "nothing, they're not pretty but I got them from your Grandpa."
No chance of me developing a complex around him, no sirree.