Party: Jan

Jan came into the office to see Michael standing in front of Angela, waving his hands near her belly.

“Whoa, Angela! It’s like there’s a party going on in there! I can see your stomach rippling! He’s partying like it’s 1999 – plus ten!”

Angela’s mouth pursed with disgust as she glared at Michael. She crossed her arms in front of her belly.

“Mommy, I can’t see! Stop covering my eyes!” Michael giggled.

Jan took Michael by the elbow and steered him into his office. “Lunchtime, Michael. And stop talking about Angela’s belly.”

“We were having fun!” Michael protested.

“She wasn’t.”