I Am Birth Control

We had dinner yesterday with some good friends.  Their fourteen-year-old daughter and I had this conversation:

“Becky, when is your baby due?”

“In about four weeks.”

She bit her bottom lip and looked at my feet resting on the ottoman.  “So…does that happen to everyones legs when they’re pregnant?”

“What…this?”  I said, sinking a finger into my ankle leaving a dimple that took several minutes to fade. 

Her eyes popped open.  “Oh. My. Gosh.  That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, well it feels pretty disgusting too.”

She took a turn poking at my playdough-like ankle.  “I never, ever want to get pregnant.”

Her dad gave me a huge grin and a thumbs up from across the room.

If any of you want to give your children a quick lesson on abstinence, just send them my way.


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