Theresa's Always Been A Bit of a Kook
and now she's all kook.
"What do you mean we are out of flan?!!?
Can't you see I NEED some flan?!!"
Yeup, pregnancy has driven our poor Theresa around the bend.
"Honey, maybe somebody less pregnant should clean the tub."
"And maybe somebody with more flan should be telling me what to do."
"Theresa dear, maybe knowing this will ease you a bit."
"Your child will have relatives watching over him always. I mean that literally. Over there. Circling the third star from the left. He has relatives from there."
My baby is one quarter alien? Doesn't that make me want to jump naked in the pool!
And why is the water turning green? Is it some sort of alien miscombobulation? I need to look this up-- Google will know. Google knows everything.
"Holy Plum, Theresa! Don't you think you should put on some clothes?"
"Could be. Or it could be you need to stop staring at your pregnant daughter-in-law's naked butt."
"Baby, if you put on some clothes, I'll give you some flan."
"Will it be a quarter alien flan, like something else you gave me?"
"There. Happy? I hope you realize these clothes have made me go into labor."
"I. . . bhua, huh?"
"It's either labor or I have to take the world's biggest shit."
Yeah, it's poop.
Oh wait. . .
This bassinet is probably a much better place to deposit this baby.
Thank you for not having our baby in the toilet.
Everybody, take turns greeting Shane Same.
"Hi Sweetie. Don't worry, your mom's not really crazy. I only play a kook when I'm pregnant. I'm going to take great care of you, my bouncing quarter alien baby boy!
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