It's the thin end of the wedge though. First it's ....can you move my thread, pretty please .... then before you know it they'll have you locked in their kitchens cooking for their extended families.
You'll end up being Godfather to 1800 mewling brats (think of the cost of birthday presents eh? eh?) and probably be pressurised into marrying someone's sister. An ugly one.
Pretty much obligated. I have the 'honour' of being a Godparent to two
avaricious beasts
lovely little kiddlywinks. Got right royally done up like a kipper there.
Happily, they'll both be 21 in a few years and my archaic responsibilities cease.