Trading in a relative can be a bit like how the world slipped into the Great War, what with family peace often being one big convulted mess of strained nicities and devestating-secrets-as-mutually-assured-destruction. You might not like uncle Phil/Phillie, but what about that Great Aunt you never knew you insulted? Her Philbert was as good as Dial-a-Bus, and she knows that, if she trades your mum for the Pot Luck option (coming soon!), there'll be no-one to save you from that 'other' uncle. It's up to you. I love MY family.
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