Every time a father comes to visit his newborn in the nursery I'd challenge him to guess his baby's weight. Few even came close. But, one dad picked up his son, felt him in his hands, and said, “Seven pounds and six ounces.” That was the precise weight, right down to the ounces. “That's amazing,” I told him. “Not really,” he replied. “I do this all the time. I'm a butcher.”
每當(dāng)有父親到嬰兒室來看他的新生嬰兒的時(shí)候,我總要叫他猜一猜他孩子的體重。絕大多數(shù)都猜得很離譜。但是,有一個(gè)父親拿起他的兒子,在手上掂了掂說:“七磅六盎司。”這恰恰是孩子的體重,精確到盎司。我說:“真是神了?!彼卮鹫f:“沒有啦。熟能生巧,我是個(gè)賣肉的?!?