Bev, the eternal cynic, took one look at her Lamaze instructor and said, “She’s oozing so much enthusiasm that I want to throw a chamois over her and wring it out.”

“Honey,” her husband said, “remember your promise about being kinder as you embrace motherhood.”

Despite her pledge, Bev spent each class rolling her eyes and whispering wisecracks.

At graduation, the teacher told her, “Hopefully, we eliminated your anxieties about the discomforts of natural childbirth.”

“Lamaze Shlamaze,” Bev smirked. “I wanna be heavily sedated for the entire thing—maybe even through the terrible two’s—and the teenage years, if that’s doable.”



Prompt: Attitudinally remiss