So we told John's folks last night at Mimi's restaurant. I'm so glad John abandoned the whole 'let's wait til Christmas' farce. Neither of us can keep a great secret for very long. Who were we really fooling? Not even ourselves. Exactly.
Anyway, I bought a onsie that said "What happens at Grandma's stays at Grandma's" and wrapped it in a Christmas bag with pictures of the pregnancy test. It took Linda a minute to comprehend but we could see the light bulb go off. It was so precious. I have it on video and will upload it later. John's dad wanted to stand up in the restaurant and ask for all the patron's attention as he shared the news. I wish he would have. That would have been SO COOL.
*** Update: Here's the video***
5 comments:
You could do what my Dad always did. Put the dog in a brown bag and dump him off at the local forest.
He's too fat to survive long in the wild. =)
Um, did your dad really do that???
NO! He didn't... not in a brown bag. Is there a Jack Russell rescue something or other around?
There are no forests in Kansas.
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