Last night Jonathan discovered what could have been the most “epic” discovery of his life. So far.
He was watching TV (probably one of those reality-yet-you-can’t-believe-it’s-real shows; also known as stupid) when he came into the kitchen to tell me about his awesome discovery.
“Mom! A lady had seven twins!”
“That’s not twins. That’s a litter,” I said, correcting him.
“But mom! I didn’t even know that was possible! How can she have seven babies in her stomach at the same time?”
“Well obviously she didn’t eat them,” I said. “So I guess it had something to do with . . . you know the sperm and the egg hooking up and then splitting up.”
Suddenly, he didn’t think it was so phenomenally interesting. He walked back into the living room and changed the channel.
Somehow I think I may have ruined a piece of his youth. Do you think it was something I said?