I was 23 and Mrs Didge was 20. A couple of years later we had a second. By the time #5 came along she was 33 and I was 36. That's when she took to me with a pair of blunt shears, so no more little Didges.
They were all boys and the doctor who delivered the last one said, "This isn't a family: you've founded a dynasty." He was probably right, for at last count they had produced six grand kids and they have so far produced another five great grand kids.
And all because Eve ate that pesky apple. >:-/