- July 1st, 2014
My youngest stepbrother and I both spent the weekend at our parents' house, for different family things. (His was a funeral on his mother's side, mine an outing with #2 Niece.)
So the parents took us out for a nice dinner on Saturday, and the following happened:
[general conversation about YSB's mother, who died many years ago, and her family]
Stepfather: ... and then, when you were born with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome --
Because this is not the sort of thing that might have come up sometime in the last 40 YEARS.
My family, man.
(The rest of the weekend was lovely, though. I love how socially liberal and pro-choice and pro-same sex marriage my family is.)