Occasionally, we are not on the same page at all, he and I. We were having a perfectly innocent conversation about sex and recovery after childbirth (in the context of a friend of his). "There's pretty much a month of recovery before you can have sex again" he informs. "Is that why they call it blowjob month?" I tease. "Uh... yeah, that's pretty much the last thing either of you are thinking about..." (well, he--being a dad twice over--would know). I give my best rakish smile and flick my eyebrows upward in the come-hither-waggle, "Speaking of blowjobs... I want to give you a blowjob right now". "I want to give you a baby". Oh. Well then. That is not the retort I expected to an offer of a perfectly good blowjob.