Explaining Spaghetti and Bagels

The title, I am sure you are curious, I know someone gets part of it. I know you do. The Spaghetti, well read the into on the family over on the side, Spaghetti is the man of the house, the reason for my happiness, and well the name... kinda, sorta not really goes with his name... yeah I guess I am not explaining it too well... maybe later...



Bagel. We just ask a scuzin and you will know. When here for a visit, we joked about our stomachs being bagels (yes you can probably do it too. Just take your tummy fat (not you MnM, and smash it in between your hands. Well your belly button becomes the Bagel hole.. get it?) we hugged before she left, and weeks later found out that my bagel was actually a baby bagel inside! I was pregnant when she was here, and so baby #1 is aka Bagel.



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