It should be duly noted that I have forgiven Ol' Joe his previous foot-in-mouth indiscretions. On my last day in the office, he puttered up to my desk with a large bag of children's books, salvaged from his daughter's ancient library.
"I saw on your registry that you'd accept hand-me-downs, so I thought I would save them for you. There's another present coming in the mail, too."
Now, nothing warms the cockles of a hormonal pregnant lady's heart like unexpectedly thoughtful gifts for her unborn babe. Ol' Joe, maybe you aren't so bad after all.