Sadly, she did manage to blast the one I preferred--the one of that Farrell Fawcett who had all that wild hair and the totally inadequate swimming costume.

And you're right, of course: imagine what Mother might do if she thought there were unclaimed grandchildren hiding somewhere out there. She'd set a reward for anyone who could produce them.

And as soon as they'd been located, she'd strike me off the tree. Not that there aren't moments when I imagine what a relief that might be.