Re my tale above -- Do you remember I said that I was 13 at the time? Did I ever mention that my little brother is 13 years younger than I?
It was only a few weeks after my conversation with my dad that my parents sad me down and said "You're going to have a little brother or sister"
Outside my head I was giving a brave smile -- inside my head klaxons were sounding, warning lights were flashing, and I heard my (internal) voice screaming "What? You're STILL doing IT???"
Some day in the not too distant future:
Mommy, Daddy, where do babies come from?
Father: Well child, babies are made from parts of their mommy and daddy. You have parts from mommy and daddy in you because we got together at a special time and did some special things to make you. And because we came from our mommies and daddies, you have parts from your grandparents in you too; and parts from their parents and their parents.
Mother: That's right. Before you were born, your father went to the Digikey website and bought a development board that I turned into your brain. I had to get a few more parts from Newark and Mouser to make it all work right.
Father: And we got all of the servos and gears to make your arms and legs from Grandpa Bob.
Mother: Oh, and your Uncle Jake wrote most of the firmware.
Father: Grandpa George did the test and debug. He was a drinker, so that's probably why you have that facial twitch.
Mother: Grandma Mary was always a jokester so one time when we weren't looking, she slipped in the code that made you cross eyed and clumsy.