Amos, you know I love you like a brother, but you're wrong right off the bat:

On the other hand, you have the same fingers, only backwards.

Please don't cry. Being wrong is NOT the end of the world. I know; I was nearly wrong once. Buck up, take it like a man would -- pretend you're John Wayne and the bad guys have mortally wounded you and the stagecoach full of women and children and the money for the orphanage can only get away if you hold off the bad guys for just a bit longer, so put a bullet (no, the OTHER END!) between your teeth and bite down to dull the pain and be the hero Mom knows you are, even though you'll be dead.