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.