|From left to right: Chlamydia, Mono, Herpes, Black Death, Mange, Egg and Sperm|
Oh no. While apologizing profusely we quickly gather up all the plushies and shoved them away. But the damage had been done.
As we ate, Zach looked over to where the kids were drawing on the floor and made the mistake of asking what the genius child was drawing. Matter-of-factually, he responded,
“It’s a sperm cell, attached to an egg cell.”
It all went downhill from there.
At the end of the night he proudly presented us with a picture of all six of our cells, including a label, small description, and with added accessories that they might need on their upcoming adventures.
I have no doubt that our apartment has now been labeled “off-limits” for all small children in our complex.