I should really take some photos of myself. I feel like my children will wonder many things about my life. Like:
Did mom date anyone before dad? (Yes, but we like to destroy evidence)
What did you do the first two years of marriage? (Secret operations for the government. We'll tell you when you're older. Maybe.)
Was I delivered by the stork? (It's entirely possible. We don't have any proof you weren't...)
Was dad ever normal? (You'd have to ask Grandma. I came in too late to testify of any normalcy.)
Were you ever normal? (No.)
Really? (Yes. You can ask Gramere about that one. She knows.)
Ok, now I'm straying into an actual fictional conversation with my future kids.
It's time to go nap.
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