Mission Accomplished

Well, many men I've worked with over the years know I have 11 children.  From time to time I'd get just a hint that they thought my wife must be, you know, rather large - shall we say maybe a bit of a cow.  I have been waiting for years for Mom to come to a meeting like this to see the looks and reactions.  I wasn't disappointed.  My chief engineer said last night: "the AB was right."  The history of that is:

Cy sailed with an AB who had sailed with me and gotten on my bad side.  Mom had visited the ship several times when he was there.  One day he said to Cy: "How did that sawed-off little shit of your father ever get your mother?"

Eat your heart out, sailor.