It's slowly dawning on me that evangelicals/creationists (I should probably just conflate the two, but in fairness to rational people who may fit the agreed upon criteria for evangelical, I'll draw a distinction. Warning: not a concession to creationist) are ignorant of the facts, and exist in a mental world where the need to be certain trumps the need for robust fact-based knowledge. Maybe I'll go so far as to say that these people are factually anemic, and are in dire need of a closer relationship with reality. Either way, I'd like to think that my mental world is so saturated with facts, and that certitude is next to impossible.
And this brings me to the sex of the Lima Bean. At this point, I have no idea whether or not this baby's a boy or a girl. I like it that way, until I can know for sure. When I do, I'll love the baby just as much. Creating life is awesome and weighty, and tickles my need to pass on the Brewington/Ramige genes. As long as the Lima Bean doesn't acquire the Ramige drinking phenotype before age 21, I'll be
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