As a public school child in the 70’s, my Valentine’s Day often ended in tears. I remember digging into my optimistically large brown paper bag in first grade to find only three envelopes, even though my mother had insisted I fill out mass-produced cards for every child in my class. “No one likes me!” I […]
Overheard in play room
I’m having a baby, I’m having a baby!
Quick, get some scissors!
You know, a mommy doesn’t usually need to get cut open to have a baby. The baby comes out the vagina.
But how does it fit?
It stretches, and stretches, and stretches, until the baby can get out.