Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three, I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up
daughter who had hair of red. My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed. This made my dad my son-in-law and
changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife. To complicate the matters worse, although it
brought me joy. I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad. And so
became my uncle, though it made me very sad. For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother To the widow's grown-up
daughter who, of course, was my stepmother. Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the run. And he became my
grandson, for he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue. Because, although she is my
wife, she's my grandma too. If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, it simply
drives me wild. For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own
grandpa!!
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