freckles for days

i have to share a story that will someday embarrass the pants off of andrew. he and i were playing baseball in the backyard the other night and one of the (preggered) farm cats kept coming dangerously close to my dangerously fast fastball. my solution? “just give her a little shove, she’ll move.” as soon as i say this, i see andrew attempting to pick her up by her front legs and the back legs (staying away from her belly), which was not working AT ALL. then he says, and thus melts my heart, “sis, i just don’t want to hurt her belly, she’s pregnant.”

i mean, come on. 10 year old boys usually don’t care about things like that. and there was something so weird about him saying the word “pregnant,” like he shouldn’t know what that means. oh, andrew, you’re going to make some woman very happy one day.

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