I was pleased that Cate came up with a pretty good use for an old comforter that otherwise we would have gotten rid of, so I tried to give her a high five. She looked at me, puzzled, and said something to the order of, "I don't do high fives very well, you know."
I know this. I responded, "Just trying to bring you into the fold. Would a fist bump be better?"
I demonstrated a fist bump. She didn't seem enthused. So I said, "How about a forearm bash, you know, like Jose Canseco and Mark McGwire?"
I showed her how they did the forearm bash. She suggested that it might be painful, and responded, "They actually did that?"
I said, "Well, it was the '80s, so they were all hopped up on steroids."
Cate responded, "In that case, why didn't they just hug each other?"
I told her I thought Canseco and McGwire must not have been that testosterone-depleted.
Then I thought better of it. "Or that estrogenal." (Accent on the second syllable.) I walked away to go back to what I was doing, then turned around. "No. The word should be estrogenous." (Think of it rhyming with erogenous, or more to the point, androgynous.)
Cate actually laughed. A genuine, not mocking laugh.
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