Out of This World

We had our first sonogram today. Apparently I’m the father of a 4 inch, 3 ounce alien. It’s odd because I don’t remember my wife making any trips to Roswell within the last fourteen weeks. But there’s our little E.T. on the monitor with a gigantic head and oval eyes. We have a lot to get done around the mother ship, putting the sleeping cocoon together and painting the nursery chamber.

I should get busy, because in less than 7 months I’ll hold our newborn for the first time and whisper a soft “Nanu, Nanu.”