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Out of all gathered Sir Jex and I are the only ones without children. But we have plenty of younger siblings so conversations of the birthing process are not beyond us. In fact I was the one to instigate this particular line of conversation that lead to very strange places.
It all started with an e-mail I got that included recipes for placenta. Oh yes.
Then we started talking about umbilical chords and birth and all that goes along with it when Sir Tristan began a line of idea that made me nearly pee myself. It went something like this....
Le~Ashes: Mmmm Placinta.
one of the men: It's what's for dinner!
Sir Tristan: What would they name these recipes, Placenta with onions and potatoes?
Le~Ashes: Placenta Parmesan?
*laughter and clever names I can't remember*
Sir Tristan: We could taxidermy it and keep it.
Lady Cait: Oh god, make it into some kind of stuffed toy. Look daddy made it a hat. Mommy made it a scarf.
Le~Ashes: Could you even Taxidermize it?
Sir Stephen: I dunno.
Sir Tristan: It is a big hunk of meat.
Le~Ashes: But that's the stuff that usually gets taken out.
Sir Jex: We could make it into a meat sock puppet. *mimics a sock puppet with his hand and states in the creepiest voice he can muster* Hello Kids, let's play. Rawr!
Lady Amanda: Yeah, with a floppy nose and google eyes.
Sir Jex: Yeah like the creepiest cookie monster ever.
Sir Stephen: *laughs at his smartphone* Ok guys, take a look.
Everyone: What is it?
Sir Stephen: It's....
Many laughed, some died on the inside, and others were just plain grossed out... because the idea of a Placenta Bear is far worse than the idea of battering, frying it, and serving it with marinara and parmesan.
