She's Having a Baby

My baby sister is having her first baby. Here she is, thirty-three years ago, chomping on what our Nana called a "warshcloth".




Since she lives in Denver and I'll be forty-five minutes away in The Springs, the timing could not be better. We are already telling the boys about their new cousin and how he/she will be more like a brother or sister than distant relative.

"How did the baby get in Aunt Michi's belly?" Oldest asked.

Sh*t. Didn't see this coming. What do I tell a six year-old? "Uncle gave Aunt the ride of her life and, as a result, our family is growing!"

I stammered and said,

"The sperm and the egg meet inside the mommy's belly and that's how a baby grows."

"No," the kid shakes his head like I'm confused and says, "how does it get there in the first place?"

You know what they say - honesty is the best policy.

"Alcohol and eye contact."

"Is that how you got us?" he asked.

"Exactly," I said. "Now finish your dinner."