When I was 4 1/2, my mom had twins. My parents were expecting one baby in February, what they got was two babies, on December 21. Back then, there weren’t sonograms to show the babies and warn the families in advance.
I was NOT very happy with their arrival. When my parents brought them home, I asked them to take them back.
I like them a lot better now…56 years later, but I still like to kid them – “Your birthday is the darkest day of the year!”