Ways to Stop a Conversation Dead in Its Tracks: #67

This week and next all the Gradys are back in California. Kind of a joint work+holiday trip. Well, it's work for me, holiday for the bride and critter, who is being shamelessly spoiled by her grandparents during our stay. Every trip back is packed to the gills trying to fit in as many lunch/dinner/pick-your-eating-event visits with friends as we can. This serves two purposes: first - we get to spend time with People We Like. Second, we get to cram our pie-holes with the flavors we miss living overseas, like dim sum or sushi, or Taco Bell. Last night, we left the critter with the grandparents and went out with my bride's grade school friend Patty, one of our Favorite People, and ate some of the good raw fish stuff. Somehow, the conversation drifted to my bride's baby shower several years ago. Patty does an excellent Donna Reed impression. She was telling us how all the womens were sitting around in their proper lace dresses and hats and gloves, or whatever they wear to these things, and talking about the pending blessing to descend on our house (which would be accompanied by swearing and high levels of medication, and is overall a far more revolting process than anyone thinks to tell you about) I forget what I was out doing, but whatever it was, it was surely manly and testosterone-enhanced, involving fire and meat and car parts. This was the conversation she related: Woman in Hat: Oh, what do you think the sex will be? I hope it's a girl. Woman in Gloves: Oh, I bet it will be a boy. She's carrying low. Woman Sipping Tea: My sister had twin boys, she's so happy now. Woman Wearing Pearls: Oh! Twins would be so nice! ...Group titter... Our Other Good, but Generally Quiet in Large Gatherings Friend: It could be both you know. Research shows that babies born with dual sets of genitalia are increasingly common. It's a scientific fact. ... sound of pin dropping ... I laughed so hard I cried when she told me that story. I told her that I am so going to tell the internet that story.
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Dirty talk on the playground

Today my bride and I were sitting on the bench at the playground while the Critter played on the slide and such. I was reading my book, and petting the neigbor's dog. He's a friendly thing, but for some reason, we had been calling him 'her' until today. 'She' rolled over and I said 'Whoops. This one's a boy.' The Critter has recently been classifying everything as 'boy' or 'girl.' Having just turned 3 a month ago, she's pretty sure the distinction has something to do with who likes the color pink more and who gets to wear the pretty dresses. (Which is why she's confused as hell when I wear a kilt). She perked up when I said this and said 'Why is he a boy, Daddy?' Ok, I thought, she's 3 now. The books say I'm supposed to speak plainly about the facts here. 'Because he's got a penis.' The critter paused for a moment to take this in. At this point, my bride looked up at me like 'are you sure you know what you're doing?' Critter: 'Why does he have a penis, Dad?' My bride - supporting wife that she is - was now on the ground laughing at me. Screw the books. My 3 year old just said penis. I am so not ready for this conversation. 'You're grounded. Go back in the house. We will finish this conversation later. Like when you're 30.'
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Resolve in the wake of terror

A personal anecdote as a US ex-pat living in the UK right now: It's been interesting to see and hear the reactions here first-hand, so close to what we went through in the US after 9/11. Fortunately, my colleagues and team members in London were all safe, so the tragic events didn't touch me directly. However, I had been planning my team's meeting next week for months, planning to bring together my entire team (>20) from across EU (Germany, UK, France, Italy) in a single 2 day event, scheduled for - you guessed it - London. This morning, we had a team conference call, and I expressed that while my personal instinct is to go ahead with the meeting, I will not ask anyone who is uncomfortable, or whose family is uncomfortable, to travel to London given the events of yesterday. Every one of them echoed the same sentiment - no, that's how the terrorists win. My heart and thoughts go out to those impacted by the senseless criminal bombings in London yesterday. But I can only say that I'm proud to be witness to the response and resolve of the British and Europeans in the face of this event.
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