Yes, yes, I know, I said “sex,” but if you keep giggling, then Grandpa might get all distracted and forgetful and pee on your Xbox.
From fairy tales to film, everyone is obsessed with the idea of one’s “firstborn.” But what about the lastborn? For my part, I’ve recently discovered that the lastborn child has magical abilities.
I reminded him that if I couldn’t respect people of differing viewpoints, I couldn’t stay married to his mother. He said he figured it was because I was cheap, and didn’t want to give up half of what I own.
We forget all sorts of horrific experiences we vowed never to do again. A few months pass, and, there we are, willfully signing up to do it all once more. Unlike child birth, we can’t blame it on a lack of – ahem – rhythm.
I stepped outside for a few minutes about 6:15am. The sky was just beginning to lighten in the east, and the waning moon was high and bright in the west.
Want to hear a joke about Madeleine McCann, the four-year-old British girl who vanished on holiday in Portugal?