Joe doesn’t give a shit. Joe is gonna win. There’s no one else in this house. Joe is still a raisin.
The first child is always the hardest. Here they are, a tiny person, and even though they shit everywhere and cry they’re like these little balls of potential, and you can’t help but wonder what they’ll be like once they stop being so helpless.
The oldest was at that age now; it was time to tell him. The first step away from innocence. He was always so curious, always reading, and it seemed like the more he read, the stranger he became. And he was so interested in Biology. He’d probably read all about it anyway.
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The explanation could have gone better, but ultimately the point got across. Now it was time for questions; anything but something awkward about Daddy and Mommy. He looked up, puzzled.
“Are bees mammals?”