"Your daughter is so beautiful! How old is she?"
My wife and I were at the grocery store, where I ran into the lady who was the nurse at the school where I used to work. She had delivered what seems to be the mandatory greeting for anyone with a baby.
"Thank you," I responded. "She's seven months old."
That's when a voice from behind me interrupted the now-familiar dialogue.
"Seven months? Do you mind if I look at her? My son is seven months and I would like to know what that's supposed to look like."
I turned to find a young woman holding...