Our Lamaze class included a tour of the pediatric wing at the hospital. When a new baby was brought into the nursery, all the women tried to guess its weight, but the guy standing next to me was the only male to venture a number. "Looks like 9 1⁄2 pounds," he offered confidently.
"This must not be your first," I said.
"Oh, yes, it’s my first."
"Then how would you know the weight of a baby?"
He shrugged. "I’m a fisherman."