Genetics

Anyone who knows me relatively well knows that for a variety of reasons, I hate June.

Yes, Matt tried to fix it by proposing to me in the London Underground on June 1. And it helped tremendously. But still, my fear of June is practically an automatic reaction.

So on Sunday, when I realized the next day would be June 1, I said to Marina, "tomorrow is June."

I swear, that's all I said. I didn't even say it all dramatic or huffy or sad. So I was super surprised when she said:

"I don't like June."

!!!

If there's ever a way to prove a kid is mine, it looks like she just passed the test.