My family is a sometimes-hilarious and sometimes-sad, symphony of dysfunction. My wife's family is equally messed up, but in wildly different ways than mine. Her parents are still together but, well that's all I'll say. It's weird.LOL. That's one of the funniest Christmas stories I've heard! A regular Norman Rockwell moment suitable for Jeff Foxworthy's "you might be a redneck" routine.
Our goal since day #1 has been to raise our kids in the most normal household anyone has ever seen. But that's proving to be a challenge given we can't hide them from our families.
Before Christmas my wife was trying to explain to my 3y/o that 3 grandpas were coming, and which one was which. "They're all daddy's dads. There's the grandpa that's married to grandma, the grandpa that used to be married to grandma, and daddy's real dad, the one with 1.6 arms" (my dad lost his arm below the elbow)
3y/o: "why don't you (to my wife) have 3 dads? Did the other ones die?"
Wife: "no baby, I only ever had one dad."
3y/o: "oh. Well is the grandma with 1.6 arms coming?"
Wife: "you don't have a grandma with 1.6 arms."