In her retirement, my mom’s taking a painting class for seniors. Tonight she sent a group text to my brother, his fiancée, Lucas, and me asking us which of her new paintings we wanted to hang on our wall, with three pictures: an abstract teal and orange leafy painting, our ‘it’s a girl’ sonogram print-out, and some acrylic rustic onions. I inquired, “did you paint our baby’s vagina?” and without pause, Alexis replied, “we’ll take the baby vagina painting. Or the onions will work too :)” Only good things come from group texts with my mom.
Definitely the only time it’s ever appropriate to text a picture that can be described as “baby vagina.”