Anonymous wrote:James, Rowena
You and DH are both serious, hardcore Anglophiles, in part because you were raised to be. One or both of you are either British or first generation American. As a couple, you are very similar -- both of you gentle, kind and very, very smart, but sort of forgetful and disorganized. Your older house in University Park or Rockville is a little dusty and cluttered, mainly because you own around a thousand books and nearly as many classical albums. There's Ribena in the fridge and digestive biscuits in the cupboard. DH met you while you were both on study abroad programs at the same British university in the '90s. (Bristol? LSE? Balliol College?) You were inseparable immediately and kept that relationship flowing effortlessly senior year while you finished at Bryn Mawr and he at MIT. You married the summer after college graduation and spent your first married years together in a big University town (Boston? Ann Arbor?). DH has a Ph.D. in the sciences, you have a Master's in religion or literature and worked in academic publishing. Everyone said you guys were too young, but when you know, you know, and neither of you has ever looked back.
DH is a research scientist at NIH or NIMH now, and you work from home as a freelancer for your former academic press. James and Rowena are beautiful, blond children with very fair hair and skin. You have the BBC world service on in the background all day long on your satellite radio. Rowena is still little and wears the most adorable tortoise-shell glasses. James is very protective of her. Both kids have the same personalities as you and DH: introverted, a little shy, but kind and loving and very open-minded. The only time either of them has ever gotten in real trouble was the day James made a mean, unthinking comment about a special needs child. You unleashed the Wrath of Mom, which no one had ever seen before or since, and none of you will ever forget that day. What you don't realize is that the rest of us want our kids to play with yours because they set such good examples.
Both have perfect manners and are unendingly kind to other children. Everyone expected you to send the kids to the British International School, but you know there's a point where theme becomes parody, and anyway, the drive is too long. Instead, they both attend an Episcopal school, or maybe Catholic. If you have more children, their names will be Henry and Caroline.