Tried And Failed

(My sisters and I are having an argument about which sibling is the best. I’m the sixth and last one born.)

Father: *wandering in to the room while we’re arguing*

First Sister: “When Mom and Dad had me, it was perfection. I got all the good stuff. The rest of you are inferior versions made from the leftovers.”

Me: “No way. They tried five times before finally getting the one the really wanted.”

Father: *leaving the room* “We tried a heck of a lot more times than that. Hehehe.”

All Sisters & Me: *BLUSH*