Another "crawling under a rock" moment ...

The scene - dinner with my parents.

The conversation - birthdays and their significance and the family "tradition" of the eldest child being born every 25 years, ie. my great-grandfather (the eldest in his family) was 25 when my grandfather (the eldest) was born, he was 25 when my father was born, my father was 25 when I was born ... I let the side down by being 26 when K was born.

Me : "Why couldn't K have been born two months earlier ?"
MOTH : "Cos then he'd be J's baby and not mine"
My mother (raising eyebrow as high as it will go and giving me a "mommy" look) "Oh really ?"
Me (trying to crawl under table) ... "Hrmmppph (indistinguishable mumble)"
S (very loudly) : "Did you know J is mummy's boyfriend and she spent all day talking to him on the phone last weekend while she was in bed ?"
Me : (again lamenting the availability of rocks when desperately required) "Does anyone want dessert ?!?!?!?!?"

Remind me again why I was so keen for the rugrats to learn to talk ?!?!?