It’s 10 o’clock at night. I’m driving the babysitter home. She’s 13, and nice, and quiet, and this was her first time looking after our kids.
Babysitter: Oh, by the way, your sister called while you were out.
Me: Thanks. Which sister?
Babysitter: I don’t know. How many sisters do you have?
Me: I have 2. The middle sister is expecting a baby. I’m pretty excited. By February, I’ll be either an aunt or an uncle.
Babysitter: Um, do you mean, you’ll have a niece or a nephew?
Me: Oh my god, did I just say that? (embarrassed laughter)
Babysitter: So, was it just a dinner you guys went to, or was it, like more of a party, with drinks and stuff…?