_Remember, remember when you were born._

When Ti-ti was born the Aunties came to anoint her with their declarative magic.

"Oh, her fingers are so short, she won't ever play the piano, that's for sure," said Auntie Rosalyn, who was a piano teacher.

"And look at that widow's peak," said Auntie May, touching her own, "she'll bury at least one husband, I'm afraid."

Auntie Angela said, "With a wrinkled forehead like that, this one is a thinker. Poor thing doesn't realize yet that she's only a girl."

And Auntie Penelope, trying to be a bit more positive, said, "Look at that face, how it lights up like the moon. This