This is an old joke among Jewish comedians, and I found it in a page about Jewish humor. It is funny on its own, of course, because turning the tables on someone is a good way to exploit the humor of disadvantage without reveling in another’s actual misfortune. But for me, the real meat & bones of the tale is in the first panel– “you are my family”.
Family is who we choose to associate with, and that can mean blood or not. This holiday (in the States at least, but many societies have Thanksgiving-themed celebrations of their own) some of us are spending the time with our actual birthed family while some of us are spending time with the people that took us in –the spouse’s family, a “Friendsgiving”, our deployed comrades, or others.
The people that accept you as you are, even if you disagree on some things, are your fam. If you agree on most things, then just so much the better.
Enjoy the people you have. Disagree, maybe, but anyone who makes space for you among their own is your own as well. We’re entering the holidays, a notorious time for people that don’t have that support network of family –blood or otherwise. Lets look out for each other.