I went to the beach with Mr. G the other day. He wanted to surf, I wanted to sit and read. On our way down there, he got a phone call from a friend of his and his wife. They were at a friends party, but thinking of heading towards the beach. Hubby and friend made plans to meet up. Which meant I would be sitting on the beach with wife. No problem, we are not really friends, but we get along okay.
As we sat there on the beach together, I was trying to make conversation with wife. I asked how their friend's party was. She started to tell me, including how many children were there. This friend of hubby and his wife are a few years younger than Mr. G and I. She says, "Its weird, the past year or so, it seems like there are just more and more kids everytime we attend something. Everyone is having a kid now."
Ouch. I know she didn't realize. We are not really close enough with this couple for her to realize. I spent the rest of the evening thinking about how M should be there, playing in the sand and water.