I'm not a bug person. They make me feel creepy on the inside, like they live under my skin or something. Blergh. When the woman doing my ultrasound said, "It's a boy! Congratulations!" my first thought was "Oh wow!" and my second thought was "I hope he's not a stereotypical boy who loves bugs and dirt." I don't like being dirty, and I don't like being around things that are dirty. I can hear the therapy sessions now....
And when I was little, I made Mommy a mud pie to show her how much I loved her, and she said, "Ew, gross sweetie, don't touch Mommy until you've had a bath."
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