A AND R ARE HAVING A BABY!
OMGSQUEEEEE! I’M GONNA BE A FAKE AUNTIE!!
Apparently the only thing A can stomach without whooping her guts out is those round peppermints and Doritos. I told R, “Punkin’, we don’t need a paternity test. This is your genetics.”
Must brush up on my revving-child-up-and-return-to-parents skills.
A BABY! A BABY! YAYYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAY BABY!