“Sorry,” I tell the blonde with a grin. “I’m kind of in the middle of something with my baby’s mother right now. The kid is half alien, half potato, and we’re trying to figure out where they got these genes from.” “Ooookay,” the woman says, and she wrinkles her eyebrows. “That’s weird. I didn’t know you had kids.” “Are we classifying tiny extraterrestrials as kids? I guess we should.
