I thought it would be a great idea to call the Maury Povich show and make up a story about how we aren't sure who the father is of our baby. (I figured calling my wife's fidelity into question......just to get a free trip to Connecticut might be worth it.....even though I have no question that she is faithful.) She promptly turned the idea down (as I figured she might), but I got a couple minutes of enjoyment when I broached the subject to her and seeing the horrified expression on her face as she was trying to figure out if I was serious or not.
For some reason, I love asking difficult questions and getting a reaction. (I ask my mom at least once every time I see her, "If you were stranded in a boat that was sinking with me and one of her other kids.....and she could only choose one to save.....which one she would choose. She hates that question......but inevitably chooses the other one -- not named Darin.)
Well, now I'll only have to dream of Maury screaming in that emphatic voice that only he can do, "Darin, YOU ARE THE FATHER!!"
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