You haven't been to Fisherman's Wharf since the first month you moved to SF and you couldn't figure out how to drive to Coit Tower if your life depended on it.
You keep a list of companies to boycott.
Your child's 3rd grade teacher has two pierced ears, a nose ring and is named "Breeze," and, after telling that to a friend, your friend still needs to ask if the teacher is male or female.
You never bother looking at the MUNI line schedule because you know the drivers have never seen it.
Your boss runs in "The Bay to Breakers"....and it's not the first time you have seen him/her nude.
When shopping for kids clothes, you don't just look at how cute an outfit is, but if it's 100% cotton, has tags, that can be easily removed, is hard to take off, can fit over AFO's and feeding tubes, is trach friendly, and covers an ostomy bag well.
By the time you go through the whole stuff-gathering kid-loading getting-into-the-car ritual you've forgotten where you're supposed to be going.
You know the "good vein", and what color vials they will need for the blood draw.
When walking down the hall of you local children's hospital, everyone from doctors to the cleaning staff, addresses you and your child by name.
You don't go into a restaurant with your child without checking to see if it has the one item he'll eat. And you might even want to take a look at it to make sure it'll be acceptable to him.
