My mom's family has a long-standing tradition of surprise babies that appear just when my relatives think they're finished procreating. Consequently, ages vary quite a bit within generations. When an aunt got into genealogy, she told me the boy I grew up knowing as a garden-variety cousin actually is my first cousin once removed. He's the son of my grandma's youngest brother — who's my great-uncle, even though he's my mom's age.

Wild!