Of Beaver and Sweet Wine

We were thrilled on Sunday to find out that Ali's tummy holds identical twin boys. That means more nephews for Uncle Lee to permanently disfigure [see: Marshall and The Great Wrestling Match Meets Coffee Table Incident of 2008], and two more Y chromosomes in Sea Bass. Until I hear otherwise, any and all correspondence regarding these not-yet-fully-developed humans will find them labelled Castor and Pollux. And after seeing some baby pictures of Chris, I expect them to have flaxen locks a-flowin' too.

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