Congratulations!

We still had our bar on the upper east side when my first son was born.  I was just looking at his newborn pictures tonight.  There's one picture of a poster that one of our bartenders had made and hung behind our bar.  It said, "Congratulations Judy and John! "J" was born on May 26th at 11:40am.  8lbs, 15oz.
Most people would look at that with a warm heart and dreamily reminisce after looking at that picture.
Me?  The very first thought that popped into my head was this: "huh... I wonder how much money he lost gambling on the birth of my son...."
There's no doubt in my mind that all those statistics of the my son's birth were not hung up simply as a congratulatory notice.  I'm more inclined to think it was the score board of some bet that probably cost my family a couple of bucks.
And THAT is how my damaged brain operates now.