No, not a Borg designation, which is a reasonable guess. We're talking the Seven Deadlies, as in sin. When asked why we limited our family size to two children, which I thought was an overly personal question from those who had the nerve to inquire, we came up with a clever answer which we were able to recite with a straight face. Well, Michael slept through the night at six weeks, and Reid eats us out of house and home. We thought we'd stop at sloth and gluttony. Who knows which of the remaining five deadly sins we might have produced next! Followed by a Cheshire cat smile. The person who asked often backed away while nodding with an expression of masked horror on their face. If you don't want to know, don't ask, that's what I always say.