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Damn that Y Chromosome.

V: Good Morning, T.

T: Good Morning, Momma.

V: How is my first born this morning?

T: Good. Momma, I am your first baby.

V: Yes, you are.

T: So, I did all the hard work to make this family.

V: ... (Wooooowwwww. That effing Y chromosome. I mean, I get his point. I tell him he made me a Momma. But, really?)


I am gonna be glad I chronicled these one day. Right? I am. Have a share. Anybody else ever have a guy take credit for something they basically had nothing to do with?

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