[75 of 100] That’s My Parasite!

[Note: I started keeping a diary when my wife and I began trying to have a baby. I’d like to share some of it here.]

March 2, 2017

I texted my wife to see how she was doing, and she responded by saying she’s making huevos rancheros, which I took to mean parasite directed her to make huevos rancheros since my wife no longer has any free will. She sent me a picture when they were ready. They looked BOMB!

It’s funny because even now, I’m like, “That’s my parasite!” Taking pride in what it’s doing even though it’s not doing much except telling my wife what food it wants. I can see how children get to be adorable and how you take immense pride in them. I mean, our baby is still just a bunch of cells, and I’m already proud that it has great culinary taste.

I can’t wait to see what it does when it has arms and legs and stuff.

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