Friday Duncan went with me to a meeting. After awhile he was getting squirrelly and I said, “Why don’t you practice Guernsey behavior.” This, because I have been thinking a lot about his potential to HORRIFY his Grandparents*.

The person I was meeting with asked, “Guernsey behavior?”

And Duncan, in all his wonderfulness says, “My Mom wants me to be polite and a-sexual.”

“Polite and respectful.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, polite and asexual.”

*He horrifies me all the time. I’ll ask him to put his shoes on and he’ll say he can’t find them. Then come back a few minutes later and say, “Oh yeah, I think I left them in [whoever]’s fagina!” Then laugh hysterically. And at home, when it’s just me, I can kind of laugh, and be shocked, and get over it. But I can imagine his English grandparents, who are very Old School, not thinking that sort of thing funny. At all.