This weekend husband and I were talking with Eliot around the dining room table where all the best conversations tend to blossom. On Saturday night Eliot asked about why some people break up and then he named all the kids he knows with separated or divorced parents. I then asked him to name all the families he could think of who are still together. We talked about who Grammy used to be married to when my husband was born and Eliot’s face was hilarious. He couldn’t believe the pairings of 30 plus years ago. So after we blew his mind on that topic husband started reading a chapter from Charlotte’s Web to him. I don’t know what came over me but I decided to share with him that when I was in grade 11 science we had to dissect a fetal pig. I may have written about this years ago but the short story is I refused to do it so I was assigned to have a lab partner who would do the hands on work and I would write about everything she did and found. So, of course I named the baby Wilbur and wrote about him in detail and his lost life. Eliot was a little puzzled as to how they got this baby pig (unborn) from it’s mother. He just stared at me and said, “I would have liked to hug it before it died.”
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