DOB's eldest younger brother still goes to his family's former church in Cincinnati, while the rest of the family has joined us closer to home. Yesterday we were enjoying the family Memorial Day picnic when the following conversation occurred:
Brother: Folks at church are wondering when June will arrive.
DOB (puzzled): It's tomorrow.
Brother: Karen's due tomorrow?
DOB: No, tomorrow is the first of June. That's when June arrives, on the first.
Brother: I didn't ask when *June* arrives, I asked when *Junior* arrives.