The first time ratbastid came home to visit I was kind of nervous - my family is a little odd. But they got along all right, and ratbastid was a very good sport. Our table at the time was a long table with benches my father had made, and they were a little unbalanced so that anyone sitting at one end would be dropped on his ass teeter-totter style if everyone else on the bench got up. This happened to ratbastid (not on purpose) and he laughed about it - we started calling it "the boyfriend test"
