Mum cooked some weird-ish herbal soup for dinner today. It was horrible okay. Hated it to max. It tasted like a cross between melted iron and bitter ginseng( okay yes there was ginseng in it).I wasnt complaining out loud but I was having a really bitter time trying to swallow it. I think it must have shown on my face or sth cos my Mum told me that the soup was meant to be 'healthy'. Then my dad started giving me this lecture about how good the soup was.
Dad: I can tell you a secret, you wanna know?
Me: ... Ya..
Dad: Do you know that you were conceived after your mum took the herbal soup?
Me: Oh... ( a beat) really?
Dad: Yes. See. So what does that tell you?
Me: Something gives me a feeling that iam not trying to conceive now.
Dad: Not saying thay you should conceive now. Iam saying that it has erm... childbirth propeties.
Me: (uncomfortable silence)

Those who know me, you know that I had siblings. And you also know what happened to them so there's no need for me to explain here and let the whole world know.