Oops, I Did It Again (on Purpose This Time)

Without Grady, I would have no blog. Last Sunday the five of us went out for a belated Mother's Day dinner, (all the kids had to work on the actual Mother's Day). Conversation got around to Sid being a "Miracle Baby". It's no secret in our family that Sid was due to a drunken romp on my 40th birthday. It's no secret, because the story embarrasses Sid, so I repeat it often. Meanwhile Grady paused during the conversation, and you just knew the little hamster wheel in his head was gaining momentum. After a moment and counting on his fingers he burst out "Lindsay was born 9 months after dad's birthday". My turn to count on my fingers, and he was right. He turned to his sisters and cut them off at their knees "Obviously I'm the favourite child...." he began, (this is an ongoing bone of contention between the three of them) He continues "..... you two were conceived due to obligatory birthday sex, but I was born out of luuuvvvv". Well, he's not wrong