Mr. Canucklehead
Kitimat Canuck
During the birth of my older brother, my mother was given some painkillers. My dad, the dairy farmer, upon hearing the name of the drug decided to say the undying words "I know that, we use it on the cows". If my mom wasn't labour at the time, I think my dads life would have been in danger. They are still together 21 years later.
Our first go-round was actually pretty good. The only thing Mrs. C insisted upon was that I not eat, because the smell of food was making her nauseous. Once we were in the hospital for about 15 hours, I was pretty hungry.
My parents have the better story, though - my Mom ripped my Dad's shirt right off of him.