The afternoon before my brother got married (12-13 years ago), we had a little gathering at my parents' house brfore the rehearsal dinner. It was my brother and his (soon-to-be, and present/only) wife, my married sister and her husband, my (then) unmarried sister, and I. We were having a lot of laughs at Mom's expense. Then she said, "I can't wait until you kids have kids so they can come here, we can spoil them rotten, and send them home." It got deathly quiet for about 30 seconds. Game, set, and match to Mom.
There's (some) times I look at The Heiress and say to myself, "I'm shocked I made it to three years old, if I screamed this bad as a toddler." That's usually followed by, "I'm surprised that my parents had more kids after me."