Yao Ming, but drunken

My fourteen-year-old son has been at a stage where he is quite curious [and critical] of his roots of origin.  Although I would have preferred to save him from any and all embarrassments about members of his family, I think the best policy in addressing his mixed bag of questions is to answer each of the questions—explicitly voiced or implicitly implied—as honestly as possible, even if that means confronting the lies my spouse concocted about his background with proofs.  Thankfully, my son has a healthy sense of self-esteem and does not uncritically translate personal failures of other family members as [extensions of] his own.

"He looks like Yao Ming, but drunken" was my son's response on seeing photos of his uncle, my spouse's older brother.  [I'll refrain from mentioning his descriptive analogy of my spouse's {supposedly} first girlfriend], but I have to say my son is kind-hearted.