On Monday, I ran some errands while D took the kids out to get some things for my upcoming birthday. When we all were back together, there was the usual parental hushing of "don't give away the surprise" and "don't tell Mama what you got her for her birthday." Zeke just couldn't quite do this. He kept saying " 'Prise. Jump rope." However, that's not the funniest part. Here's the conversation D had with Zeke at Walmart while picking out my gift:
D: What do you think Mama woudl like?
Zeke: Big shark.
D: No, not a big shark.
Zeke: Um, jump rope.
D: Jump rope? Are you sure?
Zeke: Yes, Mama jump. Baby come out.
Where on earth do they come up with this stuff? As of right now, I do not have any plans to try out Zeke's method. If September and I'm still pregnant, maybe I'll reevaluate.
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Our neighbor (when I was pregnant with one of my kids) thought if she jumped up and down in the bathtub she'd have the baby. About broke her neck, but no baby.
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