Here’s a funny moment from Christmas.
Faithful Reader and I were at my parents’ house and we were talking about babies. My father said that he thought the reason my brother had been born two weeks early was because the doctor had hurried the birth along. He said, “The doctor told us your mother was distended. Or distorted.” As I laughed over the obviousness of “distended” and the outrageousness of “distorted,” I wondered what word he was looking for. My mother soon filled it in. She said, “I think you mean dilated, Dear.”