Son
Having a son does feel different from having a daughter; sometimes the caveman parts of my brain light up and do a fiery dance of self-satisfaction. When the medic yanked him out, covered in oily ooze, writhing and pissing, my Y chromosome hopped around ecstatically and I had a little cry. But I declined to cut the cord this time. I was surprised at how different it felt.
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Admit it, when you walk past men who have only daughters you straighten up and feel ten foot tall ;)
Posted on 28-Jan-08 at 3:11 am | PermalinkI wouldn’t belittle daughters to the father of Baby E, Pete, if I were you.
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