I used to have a boyfriend who loved talking to me about his sister's child. All the while I thought the kid was male...but she turned out to be female.
How did I end up with that kind of misconception, you ask?
It's because of statements like these:
"You should meet my nephew, she's really cute."
"My nephew likes to play with my drums whenever she's around."
" She's my one and only nephew."
That was a gazillion years ago, but I will always remember him for those statements.
While my mind was conjuring images of a cute boy, that ex-boyfriend of mine volunteered to show me a picture. Lo and behold it was a picture of a 6-year old girl. Oh my. I wanted to correct him and tell him that "nephew" wasn't the right word for your sibling's daughter. It was "niece," but I was too afraid of offending him that I kept quiet.
Maybe it was because of this experience that I became an English teacher. It was to make up for this one instance when I failed to right a wrong.
...I wonder if someone ever had the guts to correct him.
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