Or, Why My Sister Finds Our Phone Conversations Difficult:
“…And already there are teeny little organs developing!”
“See, this is why I hope I never need an abortion. I mean, woman’s right to choose and everything, but, seriously, wee organs? I can’t abort that. Good ol’ IUD. I should buy it a present.”
“It’s apparently the size of a sesame seed. How cute is that?”
“So cute! Also, now all I can picture is Mom daintily licking her finger tip and picking it up from her plate after she finishes a bagel.”
(pause)
“That’s…horrifying.”
Yes, I lick my fried egg plates, enjoy smoked turkey bones like nobody’s business, and delicately pick up every sesame seed from my plate. But eat my own grandchild…?