"You know," said Joey last night while we watched MacGyver, "I think it's likely that you were adopted."

"What?"  I said.

"Well, you are certainly a lot weirder than your siblings, and plus your name starts with 'J' and all of theirs start with 'A'."

"Oh," I replied, slightly wilty. "But I look like my mom."

"That's true," Joey said.

I will probably always be getting harassed about the fact that I am the only 'J' in a family of 'A's. 'Tis a rough life I lead.