GOD BLESS IT'S LITTLE ETHNIC SOUL...

Do any of my readers recall a post I did a while back mentioning my haggy Sara and how she had made an announcement that I couldn't... well... announce? Well fortunately, the gag order has been lifted and I'm pleased to announce that my luscious Sara is PREGNANT.

Now, according to this spectacular sonogram photo, there seems to be a glaring and unmistakable error. You see, Sara is Caucasian and her paramour and pre-requisite sperm donator (sorry Mathew) is also Caucasian. As much as you might assume that's the problem, it isn't (I swear I'm not racist). As I surveyed and canvassed the photo, I couldn't help but notice that the baby was in fact... BLACK. Sure, it resembles the shape of a peanut, as do most babies into seven weeks of gestation, but how do you explain the whole black thing? Surely I'm befuddled...

Regardless of the cross-pollination and questionable conception, I'm intoxicated with the thought of babysitting the little tyke and am fully prepared to embrace his or her countless character traits, childhood mischief and most of all, his or her itty-bitty afro.

Some folks say that I don't fully understand how to read a sonogram correctly, but I do know a black baby when I see one. Not that there's anything wrong with that...