An elderly couple is celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary. Over a romantic dinner, the husband leans in and whispers, “Honey, I have a confession. All these years, I’ve been wondering… out of our seven children, the fourth one looks nothing like the others. He’s tall, athletic, and handsome, while the rest of us are… well, you know. Be honest with me—does he have a different father?”
The wife looks down, sighs heavily, and nods. “Yes, darling. I’m so sorry. He does.”
The husband is heartbroken but composed. “I see. Well, after sixty years, I can forgive you. But I have to know—who is his father?”
The wife looks him dead in the eye and says, “*You.*”
