The one wise man we could commission. He insisted he was a king from "RUSSIAN."
Not exactly sure what Bronson was supposed to be, to be honest.
Well Christmas Eve came and went and I'm still very much knocked up. Since I went over with Bronson I'm not too freaked out. Was I hoping to have a newborn and a weird deflating tummy by now? Sure. But I'll settle for Chinese food (our Christmas Eve dinner tradish) and a ginorm basketball belly instead. At least for a few (FEW) more days.