I'm not even sure what a second cousin is, much less the children of my son's half-brother's fiancé. The kids want to call me Granpa Dobbin. Well, the seven-year old can manage to get 'Donovan' out, and maybe I do look like an old nag.. But that's beside the point. I've been told that I'm my son's half-brother's cross-father, and this is more confusing that which cousin or great this-or-that I'm talking about. Any help would be wonderful. (As well as any tactical countermeasures for four-year olds you might throw into the mix. Little heathens. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! ) Edit: I got tickled at this and starting laughing. Now the dog is concerned...
Well, hell. I'll bet I'm your half-dad, or something. You got any Canadian Irish in your woodpile? Or Hugenot? Really, please explain, that's why I started the thread.
You share grandparents with your 1st cousins (your 1st cousin's parents and your parents are siblings). You share greatgrandparents with your 2nd cousins (your 2nd cousin's parents and your parents are 1st cousins). Here: Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Thanks! That doesn't take into account the extended families that so many of us the broken world have now, but that's really helpful. Still, what do her kids call me? They'd just better not call me too often, 'cause I'm a grumpy old fart. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
When I grow up I'm gonna be like my daddy, single.....Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
My great to the 10 ¹¹ⁿ grandmother is called Lucy and her bones are on display Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I am sort of in the same boat. I married a lady about 18 months ago. (Dated her for almost 10 years before that.) She has two adult children. One is married to a lady who already had 2 kids, and then they had a child. The youngest child calls me granddad. Makes sense, my wife is his biological grandmother - and I have been in the picture as long as he can remember. The two older kids call me Glenn. (They call my wife Grandma. But they remember a time when I wasn't in the picture.)
With the two little ones, I'm not sure what they're calling me. I think I'd rather be a house-elf, Dobby, than an old nag. Maybe I'll still be around when they can speak English...
Dobby isn't bad. Then you can give them socks for Christmas. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Last decent winter night was so long ago in London at a Christmas time In Darwin no 4 seasons 2 only wet and dry Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
It was a cold winter's night and around the campfire sat 14 bandits. "Who knows a story?" asked one and another replied "I do", and he began, "It was a cold winter's night and around the campfire sat 14 bandits", the he left. "Who knows a story?" asked one and another replied "I do" and he began, "It was a cold winter's night and around the campfire sat 13 bandits", then he left. "Who knows a story?" asked one and another replied "I do", and he began, "It was a cold winter's night and around the campfire sat 12 bandits", then he left. "Who knows a story?" asked one, but no one replied. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I think I mashed a paraphrase of a classical Greek's writing beyond all recognition with my above... Maybe someone with a better education than mine can find that quotation and attribution, and correct me. It's been many years since I've seen snow that wasn't just an afterthought that melts at dawn. I hold hopes, though...
My brother and I are friends but he lives 1300 miles away. My sister and I can't stand each other's presence, and that's OK with me. She inherited most of my father's nasty disposition. I only got a little of that, believe it or not. I'm a little cuddle bear compared to that bitch.
Precious, and pertinent to the OP; "Familial relationships" I always knew we are all related. Toads, bears, dogs, humans, we're all cousins. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
