Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away there lived an Ogre, to whom I was married, who had a Daughter Who Isn't Mine who is half-sister to my only child, the Prodigal Son. Well, one day I left the Ogre, but the Daughter Who Isn't Mine decided she wanted to keep being the Daughter who just happened not to be mine. So this Daughter Who Isn't Mine grew up to have a daughter of her own. Well, can you imagine how tiring it is to say the Daughter of the Daughter Who Isn't Mine every time you want to talk about the Daughter of the Daughter Who Isn't Mine? Being of a practical and lazy bent, I shortened her name to Granddaughter.
So, you see, my family consists of me, the Daughter Who Isn't Mine, the Prodigal Son, and the Granddaughter.
And that is how an only child can be a brother and an uncle, and how I can be a grandmother.
4 comments:
Phew.
I am glad you cleared that up! Your "granddaughter" comment kind of threw me for a loop and I wondered what all else you'd been keeping from us
:-)
Good for you for getting rid of that ogre ;-)
Ogres are no fun. Life is so much better without them.
;D
this would be the same anonymous as previously and i appreciate the clarification. not that i expected you to explain the whole thing, but i'm glad you did! and totally rock on with the ogre-ditching thing. :D
No probs, dear anonymous. I live to clarify.
;D
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