|Dan and Bwino: January 1, 2012; April 1, 2012; February 1, 2013|
So Dan and I don't have any kids. As a couple in our mid-twenties, this is pretty normal by American standards. It's a little strange here, though. Most people seem to think that there is something wrong with me. And if the problem isn't with me, they assume, there must be something wrong with Dan. Why else would an otherwise healthy 25-year-old woman not have a house full of babies?
I've given up trying to explain my point of view to everyone that I come across. Lately, I've just been smiling and saying, "Not yet. We'll see." Sometimes, though, I take it in another direction.
"Sure," I say. "I have a child."
"Really?" They ask.
"I sure do!"
"Where?" They ask. "Did you leave him in America?"
"No," I say. "He's right here." And I pat Bwino on the top of the head. "Look how much he looks like his father."
That joke might be a bit old in the United States, but boy, is it considered funny here!
As it is, Dan and I are a couple of very proud parents. Bwino is now more than a year old and weighs somewhere between 45-50 pounds. He's a bone-crunching, foot-snuggling menace who hates drunkards and adolescents. And we couldn't ask for more!