Oh, my. You know how there is a trend for upper-middle-class women to get diamond bracelets from their husbands after they give birth? (I believe they are called "push presents," which is just the grossest thing ever, but I digress.) Apparently the guys at the bike shop are convincing my husband that he really needs to buy me a B-18 for my new black mixte. You know, as a thank you for the swollen ankles and the labor and delivery and all that.

I have no argument to make against that notion.