“Why aren’t you kissing the penguin?” asked the trainer. “Go on, put your lips on the penguin’s head!” I drew closer, puckering my lips, but hovering a centimeter from the downy feathers.
“Are you scared?” asked the trainer.
“I’m pregnant!” I replied. “I know pregnant women aren’t supposed to eat raw fish, and smooching a penguin seems a similar concept.”
“Oh, ok,” the man agreed. “No need to kiss, then. Just cuddle.”
I obliged, stroking the soft [...Read More!]