It's the first day of a new class, and I've just finished my abridged version of the road to Montreal. It's now time to learn a bit about the three men in front of me. There's J, young, bright and studious looking telling us about his wife of four years and their new baby. The baby slept through the night after two weeks. Cluck cluck, lucky man. Next P talks about his life with his partner, he doesn't need no stinking marriage certificate, the kids know who their parents are. He's a man of his years, direct and to the point. Next we have S, married for 2 years, just bought a condo.
"Do you have any children yet, S?"
"Why not?" (I suddenly realize the indelicacy of the question, but too late it's already out of my mouth. Cut me some slack, it's 7:30 in the morning for chrissakes.)
"Because HE cannot have a baby."
"That's the best answer I've heard yet! Welcome to the class S."
(Btw, I dislike writing in the present tense.)