It's not so bad as all that.
While in Boston, Madelyn declared that there is a baby in her belly, and she'll get married when she's "taller, maybe five."
Our second full day in Boston was Tom's brother's wedding. It was lovely. Heartfelt. Full of love and tears and laughter. I learned that Tom's and Matt's faces show emotions the same way. Beautiful.
Madelyn danced with her daddy at the wedding. I didn't see because I was off with Fynnie somewhere. The dance must have been something.
Later that day, Mana (as Fynnie and I now call her), reported that she had married herself during that magical dance.
Now she has 10 babies in her tummy. Ask what she's having and she'll tell you, "A boy."
It's the new math.
Last week the girls and I were driving home. Up, up, up to the top of the Cajon Pass before descending into the Mojave Desert, an SUV was stuck in the number three lane (third lane over, counting from the fast lane). A very pregnant woman was standing on the shoulder, too close to the truck lane, trying to wave drivers away from her car.
I pulled over about a quarter mile up, picked up the pregnant woman's guy at the call box (a California godsend if you are out of cell range when an emergency happens) and drove in reverse back to his girl. The plan was that I would get behind his car, let him out and have him steer while I pushed his vehicle off the 70 mile an hour highway.
I asked him to let the woman know I would be squeezing past her, because I didn't want to freak her out, this woman who was 39 weeks pregnant. I just wanted her off the highway.
Just then a Highway Patrol officer pulled up, took over and sent me on my way.
As we drove away, Mana asked, "You didn't want to freak her out?"
"No! She's going to have a baby very soon. You do not freak out the pregnant lady!"
"I'm going to have the baby in my belly soon, too."
Fynnie, "I ha- baby soon, too!"
Mana, "Did you hear Fynnie say she's having a baby, too?!"
"Well, she didn't marry herself!"
Is there really ever a wrong place to be a frog?