My parents used to tell us we were dropped by the eagles, and my sister likes to say that my other sister was dropped by the vultures.
As a slightly side note, when my mom was pregnant with my younger sister, my parents kept telling my older sister that she was getting, "a new baby sister." When the nurse asked my older sister how she liked her new baby sister, she replied, "fine... now we can get rid of Anna." I'm loved, can you tell?
~Anna
