First of all, my siblings are much, much younger than me. I am twenty and they are 12, 8, and 7. I have been more of a mother/auntie figure to them when they were growing up. They are my half-siblings, children of my dad and his wife, so I only got to see them every other weekend and in the summers. When I spent the weekend with them, the children we all so excited to see me. I played with them and gave them candy and all that. In the summers, I was literally raising them while their parents were at work.

Second of all, my fiancé is nine years my elder. I feel bad for him because it must be the slightest bit strange to have a seven year old sister-in-law. When I first introduced him to my family I said, "This is my boyfriend, Patrick... he's twenty five." We first started dating when I was sixteen and he was twenty-five. My parents and my stepmother were all steaming pissed, as I expected. But Patrick and I were stubborn about it and they eventually got over the fact that we were in love. Patrick started to meet more of my family, and I met his. I moved in with him after high school. When I was nineteen he asked me to marry him and I obviously said yes. His family was happy, my family was shocked and they tried to talk some sense into me but it wasn't working. One time my youngest sister, who was then six, spent the night with me and Patrick and I was bathing her then she asked for Patrick to wash her. So the three of us were there, Patrick kneeled down beside me, and my sister said, "Patrick, do you love Anne? Are you going to marry her?" He answered yes to both of those. Then my sister asked Patrick, "What are you? What do I have to call you after you marry Anne?" He then told her, "You can call me whatever you want. Patrick, if you like." She then said, "But I thought you were my uncle?!" We then laughed because Patrick and I did spend a lot of time with my sister, much like my sister's real uncle does with her, but we never told her that Patrick was her uncle or anything. But he just told my sister, "If that's what you want to call me, then you can." Ever since she has been calling him Uncle Patrick and my brother has caught onto that too, but my oldest sister who's twelve doesn't because she actually knows what's going on. So, is it weird that my younger siblings are calling my fiancé uncle?