She's Always A Woman To Me

Oftentimes when someone sees me carting around Crusher and Bam Bam they'll comment on how I got so lucky to have one of each.  "Each" is never clearly defined, but rather the presumption that I have one boy and one girl.  This doesn't take into consideration that my daughter's former preschool teacher declared her a boy trapped in a girl's body.  Bam Bam did not appreciate hearing that and defiantly suggested they take it outside.  The teacher refused so Bam Bam pouted and spent the rest of the day watching football on TV with one hand tucked into her belt while using the other hand as a surrogate shovel to load cold, stale pizza into her mouth.  That evening I talked to her about my feelings on this matter, she nodded occasionally, and now has no recollection of the conversation.  Even though it was only the two of us in the room, apparently she didn't realize I was talking to her.  That's so weird what the teacher said.

My first indication that Bam Bam was probably never going to be the most dainty of ladies came when she was a month old.  Two of my girlfriends where in town visiting, and after spending the weekend with us, went up to Las Vegas.  They called the next night and left a barely discernable message on our voice mail laughing hysterically because they wanted to let us know they thought the water show at the Bellagio was being powered by Bam Bam's gas.  Once, twice, three times a lady.

I have been asked so many times, "If your second had also been a boy, would you have gone for the girl?"  Let me tell you something.  If Bam Bam had been an alien, I still would have been done.

"So, what do you have?"

"One boy, one alien.  Thanks for asking."        
                                                                             

 

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