Mike, You ARE The Father!

They say when you’re pregnant that you have crazy dreams.  I’ve only had one crazy dream so far.  I dreamt that when the baby was worn, he was born black.  Mike flipped out screaming, “how could you! I thought you loved me!” and all other sorts of Maury Povich stuff.  I was swearing that I didn’t know how it happened and demanded a paternity test.  The doctor came back with the results and proclaimed that Mike was the father and that our child was a medical marvel.  Just as Guiness was coming in to talk to us, I woke up.

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