Quote by Greg Kinnear

My grandfather had two boys, my uncle had three boys, my dad had me and my two brothers, each of my brothers have had two boys. Then something happened with the chromosomal experiment and suddenly I've got three girls.


My grandfather had two boys, my uncle had three boys, my dad

Summary

This quote is a humorous and lighthearted way of explaining a surprising change in the family's gender dynamics. It uses the concept of a "chromosomal experiment" to suggest a shift from predominantly male children to suddenly having three girls. The narrator highlights the family's previous pattern of having mostly boys, tracing back several generations. The quote suggests that the unexpected change can be perceived as a deviation from the expected outcome, leading to a comical surprise.

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By Greg Kinnear
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