1. I spot this photo at my in-law's house.
  2. I ask, "Who is this?"
  3. They respond, "That's ____ (insert a name of one of my children)."
  4. I respond, "I don't think so." It looks like it could be my child, but I would have remembered the photo shoot or have a copy of the picture or something.
  5. Just as I get ready to make my case, my beautiful, caring, and one who frequently puts up with my antics wife whispers to me loudly, "Stop it."
  6. Ugh. Now, I'll never know. Oh well, for the sake of this li.st, we shall call him Johnny.
  7. And I still maintain that Johnny is not my son. Sorry, Johnny.