My 6 year-old daughter’s grade 2 assignment is to present her family tree. Amongst pictures of assorted siblings, we added an ultrasound picture of Nouveau Bébé at 18 weeks gestation. While rehearsing her presentation, Martha said that there were 5 children in her family, for which she was immediately corrected by her 11-year-old brother who said: “There are six children in our family. Just ask Mom…” At that point, I thought he would say something like “She’s the one carrying that baby 24/7.” But no, you can always count on Kurt to go the extra mile. Instead, he said: “She spends her job thinking about dead people so she knows a family member when she sees one. And there are 6 children in this family.”
“She spends her job thinking about dead people.” Ahem. No doubt, he was confusing my hobbies — pro-life blogging and getting graduate degrees in bioethics — with my actual day job which involves answering the phone and filing travel claims for other people.