Lord, my home life was pretty much identical growing up. Shudder. I guess a very great many of ours were. I was playing cocktail waiter and mixing bloody Marys and vodka-and-tonics for my parents and their drinking-buddy guests when I was only 7. Insanity, sheer effing Insanity. They all thought it was cute. After being determined not to fall in to that same pattern, sure enough, I fell (jumped?) head-first in to that same pattern. It was only many decades later that I finally found you didn't have to. But it took a lot of painful years to. Thanks for the story, HWG!