The other evening my husband grabbed some Pom juice out of the refrigerator, and with a huge grin asked, “Care to join me in a toast to your daughter?”

I looked at him confused for a moment. We have three sons. I don’t have any daughters.

Then Demeter spoke up in my mind, directing her comment to my husband. “F@$% you. That’s not funny.”

Demeter has no sense of humor when Kore is away.

My husband laughed, and Demeter sulked.

I, on the other hand, found my own confusion most humorous.