Over breakfast this morning a friend was tracing the tangled family connections of a woman we know: "She's the daughter of [Mr. X] out of [Mr. X's second wife]."
I burst into laughter at her unconscious use of horse-breeding terminology.
"Out of?" I repeated. "OUT OF?!"
"Oh my God," said my friend, realizing what she'd said and laughing too. "Only in Unionville!"
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