Back in the late 70s and 80s, when my younger brothers and I were born, our parents didn't have the luxury of finding out through ultrasounds whether they're having a boy or a girl. My dad was sure my mom carrying a boy while I was in utero, but (they tell me) he was just as happy to find out after I was born that I was a girl, hee hee.
With my brother's birth, the nurse comes into the waiting room to my eagerly anticipating dad and says, "Congratulations! You have a son!" And my poor dad, with his mediocre English and coursing adrenaline, is utterly confused and replies, "Is it a boy or a girl?!" And the nurse replies, "A son!" And poor dad asks again, "Boy or girl??" Until finally, the nurse says, "Boy!" And my elated dad finally understands - son means BOY!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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