The moment started innocently enough, Natalie and I going to Bowring Park to hit the playground and feed the ducks. Growing up in a house full of testosterone (I have three brothers), it’s easy to forget the subtle differences between how tasks are approached  by the fairer gender.

For example, “feed the ducks” to Natalie was apparently interpreted as: Pretend you’re in a low-budget Judy Garland musical where the lead character mumbles off-tune, defies authority, has a life and death experience and likes to scold wildlife. Executed to perfection…

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