People need to stop being so plural these days. I simply cannot stand it when I hear men and women using the phrase ‘We’re pregnant.’
Explain to me how exactly both of them ended up pregnant. She is. He’s not. End of story. And you know that all of that sharing and good cheer will go right out the window the first time the little bundle of joy poops himself. That’s when the pregnant husband decides that ‘YOUR kid needs a diaper change.’
And it doesn’t end there. I remember hearing a professional golfer, whose wife was diagnosed with cancer say “we are starting treatment in July.” Is he kidding? I’m pretty sure that when she’s puking her guts out, he’ll be on the back nine.
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