I was in the process of checking out the University of Chicago
. I knew that I had born in the Laying Inn Hospital
there while my father was finishing his medical degree, and that my mother had been working for the school.
So, we're driving around campus and my father was telling me stories about when my mother and he were dorm parents for the foreign exchange students dorm, and some of the...interesting students.
As we're driving along, he points out a window on the ground floor and says: "See that window?"
My father: "And that's the room you were conceived in!"