That old saying about how it takes a village to raise a child is lovely, isn’t it? A heartwarming vision of community support, shared wisdom, and the occasional emergency cookie supply. The village was supposed to be there for the 3 AM fever runs, the «the kid ate a crayon» panics, and those moments when you just need someone to watch your toddler while you take a shower in peace.

But some people, bless their hearts, interpret this proverb less as a support system and more as a timeshare agreement. They see «village» and read «joint custody.» These enthusiastic villagers don’t just want to help raise the child, they want to draft a constitution about it, complete with mandatory weekend visitation rights and shared homework supervision schedules.

Like our friend here, whose sister-in-law decided that «aunt» wasn’t quite the role she had in mind. Not lucky enough to have a daughter of her own, she proposed a fascinating arrangement: transforming casual cousinhood into an engineered siblingship, with herself as backup mom.