A Conversation With My Sister

There are a lot of reasons I love my sister.  However, this conversation may be the kicker.

Haley: You know what I think is really weird? When people give their unborn babies nicknames, like bump or peanut.  You know what I think is even weirder? When people make shirts that point to their belly with that name on it. Or when people compare them to fruit. 

Me: I agree. 

Haley: I mean, why not just call the baby what it is? Fetus.  Or in the earlier stages, blastula.  You could even call it blasty for short.  Cute right?

Me: Or you could just go with wad of cells.

Haley: Perfect.  If you ever get pregnant I'm making you a shirt with arrows pointing that says "wad of cells."

Me: Knowing you you'll make mine on a wife beater with sharpies instead of a cute colored t-shirt with puff paint.

Haley: No I wouldn't, I'd make it cute. In fact, I really want to do that...you have to get pregnant. 

Me: No, you get pregnant so I can make the shirt.

Haley: No.  I've never understood why people do that anyway, babies are a pill.

Me: Agreed.

Mom, nice work raising two career and education focused girls... but it may be a while on the grandchildren.