Brunch with my grandparents. As we sit down, my grandfather looks down at his napkin, which has two forks tucked into its folds. He looks reflective.
"These look just like a man and his wife in bed together." Contemplative pause. Slight, fond smile. "A married pair of forks."
How many of you heard the following sentence from your grandmother today:
"I wonder where my hermaphrodites could have gone?"Full disclosure: she may have been talking about a very old piece of Coptic fabric, embroidered with wee hermaphrodites, that had alway hung in the bathroom of her old house. (Because really, where better to display a tapestry of hermaphrodites baring their double glories than the bathroom?) And she may have referred to them as bisexuals at first. But don't worry - this just led to a bracing conversation about the difference between bisexuality and hermaphroditism. That's how we celebrate July 4 en famille Sycoraxienne.