To say Dr and Dr Seeker were surprised would be an understatement. There they were, at a dig site, holding a baby, but wasn't a dinosaur baby - it was their own baby. Dr Seeker had, without warning, gone into labour and despite being a palaeontologist and not a medical doctor or a midwife or anything, Dr Seeker had delivered it. Now they were in the middle of the desert, surrounded by dinosaur bones and a few colleagues, in shock at this strange and unexpected turn of events.

'Is it a girl or a boy?' one of them asked.

'A boy,' Dr Seeker - the male Dr Seeker - responded.

Mumbles of 'oohs' spread out among the palaeontologists.

'How do you think your oldest is going to respond?'

'Well, we hope,' said Dr Seeker - the female Dr Seeker.

Their now-oldest son no longer to be an only child, Joe, was ten years old. He loved dinosaurs as much as his parents did and had high ambitions to either be a palaeontologist, or to be a rock star like the Beatles or the Stones. Though they had faith their son would grow out of his childish rock star dreams - he couldn't even play guitar.

Dr Seeker looked down at her baby in her arms. She couldn't have imagined when she started her day earlier in the morning, that she'd be having another son before 3pm, but here he was and everything about him was perfect. He hadn't been in the world three minutes, but she loved him already. His dark hair, his button nose, the little cleft in his chin just like hers. And when he opened his eyes to the brightest pair of blue eyes - though she didn't like the crying.

'What should we call him?' asked Dr Seeker to his wife.

'I… don't know,' she said. 'I haven't thought about names since Joseph was born. We were only supposed to have the one child.'

'You could call him Grant,' another colleague suggested. 'He was granted to you just like that.' He snapped his fingers.

'Grant Seeker?' the first colleague raised an eyebrow.

'There's nothing wrong with that name,' said the second colleague.

Dr Seeker looked down at her baby. 'Grant. Do you like that?'

The baby continued to scream and cry and look at her with his crossed eyes.

'It's a good a name as any,' said Dr Seeker. 'What else are we gonna call him? Diplodocus?'

One of the student palaeontologists approached. 'Diplodocus Seeker sounds like a name destined for a palaeontologist,' she said. 'But it's also really silly. Between Grant and Diplodocus, Grant is the better name.'

'Thank you for your insight, Helen,' said Dr Seeker, as he took the baby from his wife.

'He's perfect, Gene,' said Dr Seeker. 'Our perfect son.'

'I thought Joe was our perfect son.'

'We can have two perfect sons.'

Dr Gene Seeker looked down at his baby, his screaming baby, and one thing became very clear to him. He would do anything for this boy. Absolutely anything in the world. Because he loved this kid that much.

'Yeah,' he nodded. 'We can.'

Helen kneeled down beside the two Drs Seeker to have a look at the baby. 'Wow. He's so loud.'

'He's a newborn baby, Helen, he's going to be loud,' said the second colleague.

Helen nodded. 'Welcome to the world, Little Grant Seeker. You're really going to enjoy palaeontology.'

'Who said he's going to be a palaeontologist?' asked the female Dr Seeker.

'Oh.' Helen shrugged. 'I just have a feeling. Just like I have a feeling you're going to have your hands full with him. Not even five minutes old and causing trouble before he's even born.'

'And if he isn't a palaeontologist?' asked Dr Gene Seeker.

'Then his life will certainly be… interesting,' said Helen.

Grant Seeker's parents and brother are unnamed in the ride and the book based on the ride. We know Seeker has a brother, and that he's much older is implied. Seeker himself is supposed to be around 30, while Seeker's nephew is 10. His brother and sister-in-law are both palaeontologists with PhDs - the average age to receive one is 32 - and they have good careers so it can be assumed they waited to have their kid. That Seeker's brother is much older than him explains his arrogant and rebellious attitude - he's the baby and is used to both getting his own way and getting away with murder.
Helen, the student palaeontologist, is Helen Marsh, Seeker's future boss, who would've been 20 when he was born. Not unlikely to be there, especially since student palaeontologists do a lot of grunt work at dig sites - it's fee labour, after all.
This chapter takes place in 1965.
The title is taken from the classic comic book The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck.