Which Came First, God or the Black Hole?

Hi World,


Littleb and I were in the car on our way to pick up Apple, my five-month old granddaughter. (Her name is not Apple. That's a nickname. I feel like I have to mention this thanks to Gwyneth Paltrow.). The conversation was all about babies.  After we exhausted the subject of what babies like to do, who owns all the  babies we know, how babies learn to talk, and about 3 million other details specific to babies, the talk segued into this conversation:

littleb:  Well,  everyone is a baby at first.

littleb:  Except God.  God is the only person  who was never a baby, right?

Chicken:  I guess so

littleb:  I can't figure out where he came from.

Chicken:  Nobody can.  Or at least nobody agrees.

littleb:  Well, maybe scientists, right?

Chicken:  Ummm.  Not sure about that kiddo.  Do you think so?

littleb:  Of course, scientists would know.

Chicken:  Maybe.  Hey, maybe God came from a black hole...

littleb:  No (laughs)

Chicken:  Why not?   He could have come from a black hole.

littleb:  Silly. Black  holes aren't even real!  (laughs)

Where did I go wrong?

Chicken out

Photo of a black hole.  Not full  dilated.  Note to self:  Show littleb

Hi World,

A few weeks before my daughter gave birth she asked me what I wanted to be called.

Did I want to be called Nana?  Grandma? Grammie? MeeMaw?

"What kind of baby are you having?", I asked.

"What do you mean?" S asked.  "Like, am I having a chicken baby or an asparagus baby or a medium rare baby?"

"S", I said, "You are overthinking the question....are you having a girl or boy?"

"Chicken, stop dramatizing for your blog. You know I'm having a girl. You planned the very pink shower with all the creepy baby dolls."

"Look, S, don't take your pregnancy hormones out on me.  I guess she can call me 'Pony'."

"Pony?  Really?  That's what you're going with?"

"Girls love ponies."

"Oh....ok, true, Chicken, I get it.  What if she had been a boy?"

"Truck"

"I'm so glad.  I thought you might go in a different direction."

Ah S.You know me too well.

World, meet McKenna.  Let's call her Apple,





Missed you, World.

Grammie Chicken Out