Years ago I was talking on the phone with one of my oldest childhood friends, Ben, who lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with his wife who had given birth to a son named Hugo several years before. I was somewhat out of the loop and hazy on which friends and family had had what kids in what years, exactly how many kids this one had and that one had, and I asked Ben if there was a second one expected soon for he and his wife. He said that they had in fact already had the second child. I then instantaneously asked- with a straight face, and not kidding around at all, if they knew the gender of the child. Somehow the words that Ben had uttered had not properly been absorbed as information by my neurons, axons, synapses or whatever they're called. Ben replied, with a very even keel, and an obvious grin that came through in his voice "Um, dude, yeah we know the gender of the child. He's here. He's already been born." I then laughed and Ben laughed and I quickly explained that I'd somehow had a brain misfire, that I just didn't correctly process the necessary bits of basic logic to make that very simple and obvious leap, that I guess I'd been burnt out or distracted or just out of my brain. He's known me a long time and he didn't take any offense because, as anyone who really knows me would know, no offense was meant. I will never ever again forget that my friend Ben has two kids, both boys.