Cracking a Big One...

I am still chuckling about an encounter D and I had yesterday outside our place en route to the yoga class. A cheerful bogan who had been visiting the flats next door called across to us asking how old the baby was ( I had him at the breast in the sling), boy or girl, birthweight etc etc. He then volunteered the following information "me sister had a 9-pounder, then she went and cracked a 10-pounder and I reckon she's never been the same since". :) :) :)...