According to my mother, my parents sent a work order to heaven, and Gabriel went looking under all the pink clouds seeking just the right
baby, and 'way off in the corner with a rainbow over it he found me nestled in my cloud, so he greased me up and sent me down the Heavenly Sliding Board,
(along with heavenly hosts singing Jazz) where I popped in thru the roof of the hospital into my bassinet in the nursery. Years later, I was to be chagrined
and horribly disappointed in biology class...