There were five of us, too. My brother swore there was a sixth named Dammit, because my mother would always say that after running through all of our names when she tried to remember who she was yelling at. :)
My parents had five kids - they never forget the names, but did occasionally forget which name belonged to which kid. ;-)
There were five of us, too. My brother swore there was a sixth named Dammit, because my mother would always say that after running through all of our names when she tried to remember who she was yelling at. :)
The response we always got after the “run-through” of siblings’ names was, “Ah! You know who-the-h*ll you are!”