Friday, February 12, 2010

An Imaginary Conversation With My (Hopefully) Soon-to-Be-Born Son

Me: "So...I've discovered this foot hanging out near my rib cage, and I noticed that if I poke it--like this--you start wiggling like a little worm!"

Baby: "Damn it, woman! I'm out of room in here and I have no where else to put that foot, so stop it!"

Me: "Why don't you come out then?"

Baby: "It's too cold out there. I'm waiting for Spring."

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