The Ink-Pot and the Palette

I sometimes feel that family is like that story about the 3 blind men and the elephant. They all touch part of the elephant and think that they know what it is from just that piece; you know, the guy with the trunk thinks it's a snake. All this is to say that sometimes it's totally normal to want to jump up and down screaming in frustration, "I'm an elephant, not a snake, damn it!" I know I do.