I always want to sing The Brady Bunch theme song when I think of my brother’s family:
“Here’s the story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very handsome sons. All of them had hair of .... “
“Here’s the story of a man named Oscar who was busy with a daughter of his own … “
“Till the one day when the lady met this fellow and they knew that it was much more than a hunch that this group would somehow form a family. That’s the way they all became the …” (You get the idea).
But, when you hear “the rest of the story”, Osc and Deb make The Brady Bunch look pretty lame in comparison!
My brother was a single dad with full custody of his teen-aged daughter when he met his wife-to-be. She had three sons of her own. They only had a few more years of child-rearing until they were DONE raising kids. It could have been all smooth sailing after that.
Instead, they announced that they were adopting.