Just Like…
July 10, 2008:
Ben: "So, whatever happened to your period?"
Me: "I don't get a period when I'm pregnant."
Ben: "Are you pregnant?"
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Wait. Are you pregnant?"
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Hold on. Are you pregnant?"
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "It's going to be a boy."
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Just like your parents."
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Do I have a fit now?" (apparently, Dad teased Mom by throwing a fit)
Ben: "So, whatever happened to your period?"
Me: "I don't get a period when I'm pregnant."
Ben: "Are you pregnant?"
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Wait. Are you pregnant?"
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Hold on. Are you pregnant?"
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "It's going to be a boy."
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Just like your parents."
Me: "Yes, dear."
Ben: "Do I have a fit now?" (apparently, Dad teased Mom by throwing a fit)
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posted by jennifer. at
1:42 PM
1 Comments:
"Dad teased Mom by throwing a fit"
Yes I did, Sweetums, but I'm too good an actor. For years, Mom believed I had really thrown a tantrum after politely saying, "Excuse me, I'm going to go throw a tantrum now." Actually, it was quite a stress reliever.
That was in March, 1979 (you were 7 months old and zooming around using two footed strokes in your walker and stealing towels for the fun of the chase). I had gotten my vasectomy in February. Ben's not entitled to a fit unless he had already cut off the supply line before the announcement.
Maybe next year.
Love,
Poppa
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Poppa, at 2:45 PM
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