so Becca has like 3 books. They have profession looking covers, have profession looking titles, most are written by people who for all I know are doctors. real Book-books. Am I jealous? oh yea.
but then Becca starts telling me she got me a book to read too. I'm kinda stoked. However I am currently reading a pretty interesting history of Mithradates, The Poison King. A great general who practically raised himself in the middle of Turkey. I'd like to see my kid do something resourcful like that. maybe he'll have a little Hatchet adventure of his/her own one day.
but anyway - today -
the book arrives, so I hear. I get home expecting a white bound text book with blue print break down of baby heads and how to feed them with food and knowledge but what I get is -
My Boys Can Swim! A Guy's Guide to Pregnancy. Heavy on the animation - cute chapter titles like "Move over Dolly Parton" and "Baby Ex-lax" I'm wondering why she didn't get me a book I'd really like ....
maybe something written from Jeffy Foxworthy's point of view. Or even Larry the Cable Guy's Baby Book.
and like if she thinks I'm stupid - why is she having my kid? I wouldn't want to have kids with a woman using a Gary Larson anthology for prenatal care.
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