(I am speaking with my grandmother at our yearly Christmas family gathering. She is the widowed, 85-year-old matriarch of the family, having mothered 6 children, 9 grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren, all of whom are in attendance. She is getting on in years, and is not always all there, but every so often she comes out with gems.)

Grandmother: “I just love looking at all of my family.”

Me: “You did that. You made all of this happen. You should be proud of yourself.”

Grandmother: *matter-of-factly* “It’s because I was so sexy.”

Me: *laughing* “I bet you were!”

Grandmother: “And because it was so easy. Your grandfather could stand at one side of the room, and I’d stand on the other, and he’d wink at me, and BOOM! I’d be pregnant.”

(I’m now laughing hysterically, while my mom, number 6 of the 6 kids, overhears the conversation and takes note of all the children listening.)

Mom: “That’s just how it happened!”