Zack lays next to me on the sofa, moaning.
"What's wrong little guy," I ask, patting and rubbing his bony back through his oversized shirt.
Zoe is on my other side.
"Mom you smell like triscuits...in a good way."
I thank her, kiss her on top of her head.
"Ohhh" he moans again.
Zoe leans across me and asks him, "are you having a baby? Are you pregnant?"
He snaps at his sister, "No I'm NOT. I haven't even had sex yet."
She nods in agreement.
I choke down my laugh, get up from between them and sneak more triscuits.