In the Fifth Week, while cruising from the Bahamas to Grand Turks and Caicos, we learned the good news.
For sure, I mean.
“Late” changed to “maybe” and finally the application of urine to a plastic stick confirmed that all our dreams were in fact coming true. Or something like that.
Really, being stuck on a boat with forty-five bars must have been an exercise in self-control for Mommy. Look at Isaac, the bartender, from Love Boat there. How could you say No when you see him saunter up with something that would look exotic and refreshing even if it weren’t poured into coconut? I don’t know because I was too busy saying YES!
But here’s to Kasha for bringing in the New Year without champagne!
Musta been some hard work, that. But the real prize for working hard this week goes to the pickle! At about the size of a blueberry, the embryo is still far from being noticeable to the casual eye, but that represents growth of a staggering ten thousand times as large as at conception! Zowie! Most of that size is concentrated in the head. Figures; both parents have been known to get a big head from time to time.
This is great news for many reasons, but especially because the growth spurts of the head and steadily developing limb buds are taking the spotlight away from that dang tail, which will never grow again.
Rather it will begin to transform into “the rump” which is clearly a gift from the Krupansky side!
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