Gentle Readers,
I will never be convinced that my parents had sexual intercourse. I cannot even use my typical slang when referring to them: They did not do "it," didn't do the nasty, didn't bump uglies, didn't make love. No way.
Where did I come from? I have no idea. Another planet, I guess.
I also have (had) five older siblings. Where did they come from?
I dunno.
Can any of us imagine our parents doing such a thing? Even if our parents were affectionate with each other?
Occasionally my mom perched on my dad's knee and gave him a little kiss. One of my sisters swears that they kissed each other goodbye every single morning before my dad left for work. I have no memory of this.
My husband and I used to smooch sometimes in the kitchen after supper. Favorite Young Man would groan in agony. We were disgusting. I'm pretty sure he knows we did IT, but I doubt if he would admit IT. But come to think of IT, I really can't imagine my kids doing IT either. Don't want to think about IT. Gross, man.
So that's why I don't have grandchildren yet. And when I do, I guess we will find them in a nest built by a stork.
Infinities of love,
Lola
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