This picture doesn’t make any sense. Neither does the following. At least in my head.
My husband and I were at our favorite store (read: we’re there way too much) Target. We were in the baby section getting stuff for your know who. A lady walks up and, somehow a conversation began between she and my husband. I think she asked his advice on some baby product. He looks all-knowing that way. It’s true. He answered. Then he said, “I see you’re expecting, congratulations.” I looked over at what I’d assumed was just a pudge and, held my breath. I was ready to overly apologize for his assumption. Then, I saw this woman positively beaming while rubbing her tummy! Uh, she’s pregnant?!?! Apparently, yes. How did he see that and I didn’t? I haven’t the slightest. I just know that if I’d uttered a congrats it would have been a completely different scenario. It would have turned out that she wasn’t pregnant but had just consumed a Baja Fresh burrito and she would have turned beet red with anger/embarrassment while I tried to back track my way out of a disaster. That’s how it would have gone down. I’m sure of it.