I couldn’t think about anything but shriveling, rotting eggs.
"Dan, there is only one way to decide.” I held my hand out in a fist, the other hand cupping it. “Rock, paper, scissors.... then we will know.”
So we played.
And I lost.
So we played two out of the three.
And I won.
Then I began to realize the reality and possibilities of this dangerous game. I said, “Dan, this is silly. What are we thinking?” But by this time...
Fate had decided.
“What in the world?” We both looked at each other, and then back at the wand, the one I just peed on.
“You should wash your hands,” I said to him as he set it down on the counter. “You should wash the counter too.”
And I have more to say about this pregnancy thing....