Shucks! I married into the family...
:’) “let still the woman take an elder than herself: so wears she to him, so sways she level in her husband’s heart: for, boy, however we do praise ourselves, our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, than women’s are.” [SF doesn’t have a lot of interest in Shakespeare for some reason ;’) ]