This actually happened.  I met Bunnyhat in December of 1986.  We dated for a while, and in August of 1987, I moved in with her.  Two days later, I met her parents.  Word to the wise:  You should try to foster a relationship with your girlfriend’s parents before you shame and dishonor her by living in sin.  Not that I believe you fuzzy little muffins are doing anything shameful or sinful.

Anyway, late that night, we got called by Bunnyhat’s mother, who opened the conversation in exactly the way presented above.  It turns out that her dad was extremely distressed about our living arrangement.

Of course, we’ve been married for nearly 25 years, now, and I have a great relationship with Bunnyhat’s father, based on mutual interests, philosophies, and the fact that he represses the knowledge that I regularly see his daughter naked.