My sister Marci drove up with her 17-month-old (Josh) to join us for our last week in Ohio. While Anthony was at school yesterday, the rest of us went out to a restaurant for lunch. Without Anthony to keep my hands full, I tried to help a bit with Josh, who was being somewhat of a handful. In the middle of both of us trying to give him some chicken noodle soup, I had a realization that I could put to good use.

Me: Hey Marci, I just thought of something that will really gross you out!

Marci gets this look on her face that says "I grew up with four brothers. I've been an emergency-room nurse for 20 years. You can't possibly gross me out" and says...

Marci: Uh, I don't think so, but give it a try...

I gestured to the seating arrangements, with the two of us on either side of Josh, both attending to Josh, and the next generation (our folks) on the other side of the table...

Me: Everyone looking at us will think that this is our child.

Marci's face morphs into a mask of horror and disgust. I'd won a great victory.