The scene: Travis and me, sitting downstairs at our new dining room table drinking coffee and decaf tea (guess who drinks what!).
I ask Travis if he'd like to listen to some music and if so, what song would take his fancy. We're both stuck for suggestions. I say, "what's a good song for a Sunday morning?"
This is Travis's thought:
This is mine:
While we wait for the songs to load (Youtube is so slow this morning that it's nearly going backwards), we have a conversation about mangoes and breasts. Travis picks up the supersized Costa Rican mango we have ripening on the bench and throws it around.
"My boobs must be nearly that big." I say. I'm joking – I don't think for one minute that I could possibly have mango-sized boobs.
Travis brings the mango over to compare.
"Oh my god, I'm bigger than that mango!"
Pregnancy is a weird and wonderful thing….