there is no part of the hubby involved in making the queen.
in fact, there was 1600 miles between the two of them when that little spark was lit.
so riddle me this:
how did she even get his dimple in the exact same spot?
built like him,
walks like him,
destroys like him……
they even possess the same magical force field that never allows their butt crack to be covered,
not matter how high the pants start,
it magically fights its way out.
she is him,
and he is her.
so scientists around the genetic world,
explain how the hubby DNA somehow got in the queen DNA.
a shocking realization:
“mom? what is our address?”
“hmmmm……….? you don’t know?”
“no, i need it to tell my friend so she can come over to work on our history project.”
“o….k….. i will write it down.”
i sincerely hope my 14-year-old never gets lost,
we may never see him again.