Get a load of this.
Our nanny's sister recently had her first child, a boy. Half Salvadoran, half Mexican, and all hair. Guess what she named him?
Logan.
How funny, you say, isn't that the name of one of your twins?
Well, yes, in fact, it is.
So did she have Logan picked out before she gave birth?
No, actually. She never heard the name in her life. She asked our nanny what we named the babies and then declared, "I like Logan." Or, more accurately, "Me gusta el nombre, Logan." And she proceeded to give our name to her hairy baby.
The sister then asked the nanny what baby bag I used. And the funniest thing happened. She purchased the same one. Lo mismo.
How weird, you say, it's starting to sound like the plot to that movie "Single White Female."
Uh huh. I casually asked our nanny what bakery she used for her sister's baby shower. "The one you used for Magnus's birthday party," she replied.
(Cue Psycho soundtrack here).
Think I'll be cutting my hair now.
Just because they only come every four years...
12 years ago
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