Will and I were watching The Tudors last night. (Which could alternatively be called, Rich People Fuck and Poor People Die. Come to think about it, you could cover a good part of history with that.) We're at the part when Queen Jane is giving birth to her son but having a difficult time of it. The King's Physician says to King Henry VIII you may have to decide between the life of the mother and the life of the child.
Will turns to me. Oh, that's easy.
Really? I said skeptically.
Sure. I'd choose you. I'd always choose you.
Why's that? I asked.
Because I know you. That kid of ours could turn out to be a jerk.
Well, if it is our kid... I thought out loud.
You know he'd be a jerk, Will continued.
You're a terrible human being.
I know, he said. But so are you. Isn't it great we found each other?
