When we were younger (and by ‘we’ I mean my small group of childhood girlfriends) — not yet driving, still celebrating birthdays with pool parties and sleepovers, passing multicolor notes in study hall — we would comment on the fact that someday we’d attend each other’s weddings. If we weren’t then distracted by another pressing topic, the conversation would continue:
“Just think about when we all have babies.”
“And when our babies hang out together.”
“Hopefully we all have babies at the same time.”
“Yeah, we should definitely plan it that way.”
“We have to.”
“You and (insert name of current love interest) will have super cute babies.”
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