We were in our hotel room in Vienna. The girls were finally down for the night, after a tiring dinner at the hotel restaurant. During dinner, it had taken all of Don and my resources to keep the girls from putting ketchup and schnitzel grease fingerprints on every knick-knack in the restaurant. (There were many knick-knacks).
Me: Can you believe that this time next year, we'll have another Verkel around?
Me: "Verkel." It's German for "piglet."
Donnie: Oh! I thought you were saying 'ferr-acle,' the combination of 'ferret' and 'miracle.' I can't think of a better way to describe our children! I thought you were just that great of a poet.
Well, I'm not that great of a poet, but I am pregnant. Our ferret-miracle is due January 1st. We are very happy.