We just visited my parents this weekend, allowing them to spend a little time with their one and only grandchild. They're not quite 50, so -- if mom and dad are ever going to live up to this guy -- that leaves my siblings and I roughly half a century to produce 99 offspring between the three of us.

Somehow, I doubt that's going to happen.

Cleve Dixon, who turned 101 last Wednesday, had 11 children, who in turn had 100 children -- most of whom came to celebrate Grandpa's big day at a family barbecue.

That's almost as many names as I have in my cell phone -- and I can't remember who half of those people are. How can this guy possibly keep all those grand kids straight?