AAAAAAND another thing...

[ailbhe]

While we were waiting in the hospital for our taxi home, a woman stopped and admired Linnea and Emer and then spotted Astrid and admired her and said "It's a baby brother, right?" and I said "No, another girl," and she said "All girls?" and I said "All girls!" and she very sympathetically said "Every time a disappointment."

I said "I LIKE girls. I AM one."

The receptionist, about 4 metres away, concealed a huge smile, and whispered to the man beside her "You can never get it right, some people think you need some of each."

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Linnea said "Maybe that's why your body makes girls, because it knows what you like, so that's what you get."

I said no, some people did want a boy and got a girl or the other way around, but I like babies, and I got babies.

She seemed to like that, so I was able to go on explaining the double-helix hanging from the ceiling to Emer. I didn't succeed, particularly.

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I wish I could send you the music for this: Greg Brown's "Daughters"
http://www.gregbrown.org/gbiowaw1.html#daughters
"Daughters"
One is long and one is short,
One is thin and one is stout.
In the morning when they wake,
Only one's breakfast can I make.

One dances and knows
how many squares hopscotch ought to have.
One goes wah, wah, wah, wah, wah,
wah, wah, wah, wah, ha ha, wah wah.

One won't eat anything much,
I guess she lives on air and sun and noodles.
One's beginnin' to learn that the milk is over there
inside of that shirt beneath the blue eyes of the woman I love.

[chorus:] I'm a man who's rich in daughters,
And if by some wild chance I get rich in money, Like say another two thou a year or even one thou a year,
I'm gonna look in to havin' some more daughters.

When my daughter who is tall now was not so tall,
One night we were drivin' home in the truck and I was sad because I was busted and disgusted, And she looked out the window and said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home with us."
She said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home with us."
[repeat chorus]
And in the morning they make magic the house, The one that can walk, walks in warm and still dreamin'
to give me a hug or ask why it's so cold or why is there school,
"Why's it so cold?" or "Why is there school?" And the one who can't walk or talk yet just lies in bed and laughs, She just lies in bed and laughs.
[repeat chorus]