An Italian man and his wife had three children... The two oldest were playing football while the other slept indoors. The man said, "My love, are you sure Ricky is my son? His brothers are athletic but him...not so much." "Yes, my love." A decade later the oldest brothers graduated college, one becoming an engineer and the other a doctor. Ricky had dropped out and took a job at a fast food place. "My love, are you sure Ricardo is mine? His brothers are successful but him...not so much." "Yes my love, he is yours." Decades later, the wife was on her deathbed and said to her husband, "Benito, my love, I have a confession to make," "Is it about Ricky? Is he not mine?" He asked firmly. "He is, my love, the other two...not so much."