Last night was a bust, so Mr. Aggie took it upon himself to have a little chat with our uncooperative spawn. Using my belly button (or lack thereof) as a microphone, it went something like this:
“Lenny? Lenny what are you doing in there? We’d really like for you to come out now, Lenny. You seem to be having trouble finding the exit. That’s ok, we understand, we’d just like for you to calmly make your way towards it now. Listen, I know mommy has made it really cozy in there, and she’s taken great care of you, but the rest of us would really like to meet you. Plus, you’ve got tons of cool stuff out here I’d really like to play with. So can you please come out? Thank you.”
We’re going to run errands and have lunch with my parents, all the while hoping my water will break in JC Penney’s so I can 1)have this baby and 2) have a funny accolade about having said baby.