We kicked off the night with introductions. Now you're thinking that's pretty basic stuff. But Nick is so witty he can make anything funny—or really, really uncomfortable. We went around the table, saying their names and the baby's due date and sex. Everyone is very proud and excited, especially the older couple who are due in five weeks after 10 years of trying. Nick is last to go, so after I introduce myself, he says "Hi. I'm Nick, and I'm still not even sure this baby is mine." Awkward silence followed by awkward laughter and Kim turning bright red. Maybe this kind of humor would go over just fine in D.C., but in our class of four families (two of whom are head-covering, traditional Mennonites), I think there was some real concern about the fate of our souls.
After that, he behaved pretty well through the course overview and anatomy lessons. When it came time for relaxation exercises, however, Nick was back to his normal self. Instead of letting me get into the groove with the meditative CD, he whispered his own self-help mantras (and said the CD should feature something about running over dogs). Needless to say, it was not very relaxing. Our teacher did thankfully assign homework: a massage each night for the moms. So far, Nick is 1 for 4. But that's better than before.
Can't wait to see what's in store this Thursday. Maybe Nick will find out the answer to his question from last week:
Do Mennonite women wear special underwear like those sweet Mormon girls? Your insight on the issue is appreciated.
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You think I'd know the answer to your question, given that I spent a year and a half as a single guy in Lewis County, N.Y. But alas, Mennonites play hard to get. Regards from CA, Jeff
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