“Without gender chaos would ensue, mankind would not know who was who.” Dorothy glanced at the photograph over the mantel of the fireplace. She smiled.
“Oh my!” Edith exclaimed. She stared at the beautiful round face, feline eyes, and long blond lockes of the child staring back at them from inside the silver frame . “Was that you?”
“Don’t be stupid. That was Janus, my son. “
“Oh, my!” Judith exclaimed again. It just slipped out like gas from a plastic bubble, the kind used in packages to keep precious things from breaking.