This happened to me when I was eight years old and it was my birthday.
My grand mother came for dinner and as the party was going on; she went into the kitchen and saw that my mother still had the old cook book she had given it to her.
“Do you still use it?” she asked. “Of course I raised myself on it, and now I am raising my children on it,” my mother answered—as she placed the thick book on a chair and popped my little sister on top.
Every one in the room laughed a lot and enjoyed the party.