Boy, This Morning.

I am a male in a long, unbroken line of males. Each and every male in my long lineage has clawed and fought to successfully beget.
I am my father's third son. He, in turn, is the first son of his own father's third round of children. Economically, I am disposable outcome. I am an insurance policy taken out on an insurance policy. Truth be told, the way my mother tells it, I wasn't even that. I was the gift my father gave my mother long after he had produced enough sons for himself. I don't feel bad about this. What a generous guy my dad was! And how virile! It just underscores the continuing successful genes my forefathers have been able to pass on. You, my son, are the first child of the third child of the first child of the third round of your great grandfather's children.
Be proud.