Shaun of the Dead

The Nipper was born with a look of extreme confusion on his face. This is how I knew, without a shadow of doubt, where the other half of his genetic material had come from. I mean, I knew it *anyway*, but the moment I saw his little face, all scrimpled up, and imagined him hollering “CHANGE!!” in a Very Alarmed Voice, I looked at His Nibs and said, “well. He’s certainly YOUR son.”

He was born without any assistance at all, the doctor busying herself with things like doing something else as The Nipper squipped out onto the bed. When the nurse handed him up to me (as I was reaching down to get him, for the record), she looked at me and said, “well? What do you think of your baby boy?”

And I said, “He isn’t black.”

And the nurse said, “…?…”

And I said to His Nibs, “I told you I wanted a black baby.”

And the nurse said, “…”

And I said to the nurse, “I suppose you’ll have to put this one back.”

And our Doula had to have a sit-down with the giggles.

Happy Birthday, The Nipper. You’re perfect the way you are, buck teeth and backwards pants and all. I love you, pook.






3 responses to “Shaun of the Dead”

  1. The Ms. S Avatar
    The Ms. S

    That’s lovely. :-)

  2. Silent Winged Coyote Avatar
    Silent Winged Coyote

    I have a funny story like that with My Moon and the Little Bird.She’s induced, and it’s getting to main event time and the funny part is that everyone who was supposed to be there, has left not twenty minutes ago after being there almost all night. So My Moon looks at the nurse and asks, in ALL SERIOUSNESS “Do we have to do this right now or can we wait for everyone to get here?” The look on the nurses face was confusion, amusement, and a bit of stunned amazement, she stammers “Uhh… that’s kind of up to you.” I just about died laughing, especially when My Moon started explaining what she meant. Priceless.

  3. der kaptin Avatar
    der kaptin

    Snurk. I never get tired of hearing that story. PArty on nipper dude, and parental units.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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