Dropped the dog off with some friends and headed to my sister's house for our trip to Lake Tahoe.
On the way, I asked my husband how we should break the news to my sister and her husband.
He says "We should tell them the rabbit died."
WHAT!?
He looks at me like I'm crazy - apparently everyone knows this colloquialism.
Sure, I'd heard the Aerosmith line "the rabbit done died" but I never guessed it alluded to pregnancy.
I was sure that my sister wouldn't know the term. I mean - we grew up together. Certainly she would have taught me this grisly term somewhere along the line - that's how these things work! I bet on it.
... I lost.
They knew exactly what it meant. It was instant smiles and congratulations.
It was all a bit awkward really - I mean we aren't really the traditional parenting type and we hadn't made it public that we were even entertaining the possibility.
This meant everything was going to change and we all knew it.
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