A few weeks ago, the children and I were in an elevator with a man around my age. He had reddish hair, so when he spoke to me I expected it to be a comment about Sam and Grace’s ginger mops. I get a lot of those, and they’re always the nicest coming from a fellow redhead.
Instead he said, “You have both genders?”
It was odd phrasing, but I told him yes, I have a boy and a girl.
“Good work!” he commended me as the elevator arrived at its destination.
I was and remain baffled as to how I could possibly have had anything to do with their sexes. I just grew them, dude.