I was asked my a coworker (much higher up than myself) what kind of doctor my wife is. I pretty directly answered that she delivers babies.
I need to work in there a wry comment about the inherent dangers of a motherless woman in her thirties spending 80 hours a week around cute little babies.
It’s like my mind works on a 45-minute time delay. It’s sad, I guess, that I have to think of these wry comments and jokelets in advance, but there ya go!