I was reminded by a child to tell my dirty secret.
Hello, my name is Quin. Not really, but, I'll answer to it.
When my children were born, the nurses would mix up the little baby cribs, because they thought it was funny to watch me point out the wrong baby.
I have visual memory issues.
There, Jarhead, happy now? I put the yellow bunny in your crib, didn't I? I found you after that, didn't I? We only dropped you once out of the Moses basket, and when the lady pointed it out, Dad went back and picked you up, didn't he? It was your sister, HRH, we locked in the van.
That's what happens when you are the youngest of five. Then, she told the entire damn class about it at show and tell.
Like we meant to leave her there. I mean, we did remember. Well, your granddad did the first time, but, she was like, six days old, and we weren't used to her yet. The second time, we got her out.
We never forgot or did anything with TheInvestment. But, we did plan him. The rest of you will get over it, or should with all the money we've spent on therapy. It's not like we left you at gas stations... except that one time with...