Tell me about it! Our three birth daughters, 50, 46, and 44, never let me forget it. Our adopted Down's Syndrome son (35) has been telling how very, very old I am since he was about 4, the cheeky monkey. My baby sister (62) calls me a senile old bat. I was given presents related to dinosaurs for my last birthday as they were walking the Earth when I put in an appearance.

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Thank the Goddess all our kids were born with a sense of humour, albeit a warped and twisted one at times!