On Always Being the Baby
Why is it that your family retains the ability to completely embarass you, no matter how unflappable you normally are? My parents, Bean and I went to visit my aunt & uncle this past weekend. That was when I made the announcement about my being pregnant official to the rest of the family. My parents, of course, already knew.
My aunt starts in on the "You know how that happens, right?" teasing. I briefly debated saying something trite about God choosing to bless me, but my parents don't like it when I get smart-alecky about God, so I just mumbled, "Yes." (What was that I said in my last post about women and sexuality? You're welcome to call me a hypocrite now.) My aunt just wouldn't stop, either. She kept going on about how I'm not going to stop & she's sure I like it. I must've been crimson all the way to my hairline (which is a considerable way, with my high forehead) when I busted out with, " I can't say that in front of my dad! As far as I'm concerned, my parents only had sex twice. I don't care to know any more than that about them, and I'm sure they don't want to know about me, either!" Silence for about 3 seconds, then everyone busted out laughing at me.
I love my family, even when they do make me feel 10 years old again.