In the locker room at the Y a girl asked me to help fasten her swimming suit (which I did) and put on her swim cap (which I did). Then she asked me, excitedly, “Do you have a *baby*?”<\/p>\n
“No, just that one,” I said pointing at the four year-old in the shower.<\/p>\n
I assume she thought I was pregnant. Luckily I’ve actually trained myself out of being embarrassed by that misconception, by mentally turning it around to a ‘How embarrassing that must be for *you* to have made such a major social faux pas!’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the locker room at the Y a girl asked me to help fasten her swimming suit (which I did) and put on her swim cap (which I did). Then she asked me, excitedly, “Do you have a *baby*?” “No, … Continue reading