Tuesday, March 04, 2008

"You Gotta Baby In There?"

When I was three, I met my grandmother's new husband, Fred, the fellow who would come to be known as "Freddie Boy," a retired four-star Army colonel who didn't take no guff, especially from nosy three-year-olds. Somehow Fred and I became fast friends, despite the fact that the first time I was introduced to him, I patted his impressively rotund stomach and inquired whether or not there was perhaps a baby in there.

I think I am starting to resemble Freddie Boy in more ways than one.


Jen said...

OMG! I love it!!! Look at you now.... so fabulous. Can't wait to see you in June.

NotQuiteDanish said...

Wow. It really is amazing there's something (hopefully not too noisy) in there. I hope you have a very easy time like the country mother in the film with Bette Middler and ...whatshername, were they were mixed up twins... (Which amounted to just a couple of little breathy 'ohs' and 'ahs'. Still, I'm sure Drs Carlsberg and Tuborg will provide relief :)