We went to a picnic yesterday to welcome the new intern's. All so fresh faced, friendly, eager to please and be polite.

As I am chasing the baby around (and trying to keep him from signing "bath" and climbing into Dr. S's koi pond), a new intern starts talking to me about the colors my son is wearing. He tells me they are the colors of his alma mater, so he thinks that's especially cool. Fine, nice, there goes the baby into the pond, gotta go ....

On our way home, my husband says to me, "So, something funny happened. Remember the guy from such-and-such who told you about the colors of his alma mater? He said to me, 'Hey, Dr. N! I was telling your daughter ....'"

DAUGHTER!?!?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

My husband is 14 years older than me. Either he was looking well-aged yesterday, or I was looking like a fresh-faced little girl.

So, this morning when my husband rolled over to say good morning, he said, "Don't you want to wish your daddy a Happy Father's Day?"

Eeeeeeeeew!