"What's up?" I asked her.
"You know when we went on holiday a couple of weeks ago?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I brought something back that I didn't take with me."
I don't get it. What do you mean?" I said, not being the sharpest tool in the box.
"Well, four of us went and five of us came back."
"You're having another baby?....Who hooo!"
She went to the doctor's this morning and she's pregnant.
I've been entrusted with the task of letting her mum know which I'll do when she comes in from work.
Another wrinkle just popped up on my face.
It's great! I love being a grandad.
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