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Hey Karl!!

This story was sent to you after you told me about your bowling trip. It

sounded like a beautiful memory that you and your kids will treasure and laugh

about forever!!!

This is what I sent before...it is worth sending again...

My daughter was 6 years old and asked me where babies come from. Mind

you...we were in a produce store at the time.

I really don't like lying to my wee one, but I surely wasn't going to tell

her the truth at such a tender age.

So...I did the Ultimate no no as a parent...I lied...so here it goes..

I told her that women bite into an apple...and they eat either a girl seed

or a boy seed and then there is the baby. She then asked me where the baby

comes from..you know where does it come out??

In a panic...I continued...I told her that the seed grows in the Mommy's

belly and then she poops out the seed when then the stork brings the baby.

I felt pretty happy with myself since she had no more questions and seemed

satisfied until I heard a blood curdling scream that I recognized as my

child's yell...I ran over to where she was next to my mom.....when i saw what

she

was holding in her hand....I had to catch myself from laughing out loud...you

guessed it....an apple that my mom had given to her...well she was fine until

she had the seed in her mouth...and then remembered what I had told

her...she began to scream...Mommy, I don't want to have a baby....is it a boy

seed or

a girl seed???? Tell the stork not to come, Mommy, please.

When I told her that only grown up ladies can have a baby from the seeds,

she calmed instantly and continued to enjoy her apple.

Well...all the adults were looking at me like I was a meannie creature,

most especially my own mother.

boy..did I learn never to lie to my daughter again!!!!

Your story about laying on the bed with your ex-wife and talking about

bringing a child into this world is a beautiful memory that you two can

share....even after the bad times.

I remember that my daughter would ask me if I still loved her daddy...(even

though she never saw him...by his choice..he never came for visits...I would

make up excuses...your daddy is helping people at work...he is a hero...or

your daddy is on a business trip, but he sure misses you too....or the best

one...I would purchase, wrap and mail " his " B-day and Christmas gifts until she

was old enough to realize they were from me...she told me one year...hey mom,

can I have my fathers gift early this year...why not save the money to mail

it to me...will you just give it to me now? kids are too damned smart...she

was only 10 then!!)

sorry...I went off topic there...

BUT ANYWAY........................I told her that I would always love her

daddy, but just not the way I used to...I would always love him since he gave

me you....I was terrified if I said no...I would hurt her and that would

never, ever do.

another funny thing...real quick since I know this is a longggg post...

I would refer to my ex as Head when my wee one was around...so she

wasn't upset that he was since she was always afraid that he would steal her

from me....yeah right....like that would happen....huh!!!

But think about it....you know what the nick name for is...right?!?!

Love to you all,

kathy G.

**************It's only a deal if it's where you want to go. Find your travel

deal here.

(http://information.travel.aol.com/deals?ncid=aoltrv00050000000047)

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