My womb is a special place. I know that’s true because three of my kids are forever asking if they can go there.
“Mom,” says my 5-year-old, “can I sweep in yo womb?”
“Cael,” I reply, “do you think you can manage to get a broom in my womb? ‘Cause I know I grew twins in there, and it may appear externally that it’s still capacious, but I’m almost positive that I can’t get a whole broom up there. Maybe a hand-broom, but a full-size version is right out.” ...