Setting: The brunchfast table.
Characters: My brother and me.
The question:
"So, when are you going to give me a niece or nephew?"
His answer:
"Oh, I don't know. Not until we get settled somewhere permanent."
Liar. Spool's wife was sick the entire time.
He called me tonight to let me know that Jen's in a maternal way. Increasing. Pregnant. As in...giving me a niece or a nephew.
"How much longer?"
"She's about 11 weeks," he said.
"She was pregnant at Christmas," I realized then. "You lied to me!"
Apparently, whilst Christmas-ing with her parents, she got sick at the scent of coffee. A pregnancy test at my folks' house confirmed it.
I'm not too upset about the lie, though. Truly. It's just an eye-catching title to let the world know that I'm going to have a niece or a nephew - a nibling. That would be the new word of the day, although it's not an official word, yet. Apparently, there's a group of British kids who want it in the next dictionary, which is great.
My kids' responses:
ManCub - He was eavesdropping while I talked to my brother. He asked, "Who's pregnant?" I told him. He said, "What did Spool do to her?" in a voice of complete and total innocence. He also then quickly claimed how he loved science.
Adonis: I told him as he lay sprawled on the couch, watching TV. "She was pregnant at Christmas, then." Yeah, she was. And he LIED to me LOL.
KitKat: Upstairs in her room, working diligently on her older books, trying to get them written. I called down, to which she snottily replied "I'm coming!"
Adonis looked at me and said, "Pretend you're mad at her."
Sounded good to me.
She appeared down the stairs, grumpy, because I threw her off her groove.
I asked, "What are you doing?" in my most stern mother's voice.
She got defensive and huffy, just like I asked, and launched into a tirade about how nobody ever lets her do what she needs to do to be fulfilled...
"Jen's pregnant," I said.
She melted.
So, that's our current news. I'm going to have a nibling. I'm adding to the collection!
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