March 17th, 2003

Laurel

My kid's not really an alien... I think.

Laurel was sitting in my lap and wiggling around (nothing weird, she just likes to sit on my lap while I'm at the computer) and I told her she'd always been wiggly, even before she was born. As part of that, I made the obligatory joke that my older sister joked that it looked like an alien later in my pregnancy when Laurel shifted around and we'd watch an elbow or whatever poke my belly out as she moved.

In the kitchen, Himself heard this and added: "About the same time all the other girls are sprouting breasts, if she sprouts tentacles... then we'll know she's an alien."

I think he took that Parking Lot is Full cartoon about how no human babies have been born in over five years seriously.