Please help me to welcome the newest additions to our family: Chelsea and Kelsey.
My daughter is a tween mom.
Isn’t that great?
So obviously this is a school project meant to teach 11 year old children the repercussions of sex.
I can’t be sure because when I say such things to my daughter as, “Did you have a Cesarean or a vaginal birth?”
She says, “I didn’t give birth to them.”
So I respond, “Then why do you have twins?”
“I must have adopted them.”
“You must have adopted them? You mean you aren’t sure? I’m pretty sure you’d know if you’d adopted twins.”
So all of this to say, we have no idea where these babies came from.
Which then negates my theory that the school is trying to preach abstinence.
We are just thrilled about their arrival.
When my husband came home from work last night, my daughter proudly said, “You’re a grampa!” and presented him with his granddaughters.
At supper my daughter said, “It’s a good thing I have two babies. This way if something happens to one of them, I’ll still have one.”
I replied, “I have four kids. Does that mean that if something happens to three of them, I still have one so I’ll be ok.”
Of course no family discussion is ever complete without the 13 year old interjecting, “What happens if I get a girl pregnant?”
“I’ll gun-tape your penis to your leg.”
No more comments from the peanut gallery after that.