Cigar smoke drifted
I guess we had had nine months to decide, but you know how it goes – avoiding the issue in the office, at parties, around the family dinner table; ignoring suggestions, lists of worthy aunts, lists of dead saints. We used the, “What’s the point?” argument. “If you don’t know the gender, you can’t fix on the name.” You know, you’ve been there, or you will, one day. Or someone in your family has. Or will.
We should have learnt the first time round.
He and She are both at school now. Mother-in-law continues to glare.