Are you my real mother?

I was reading the fairytale, Hansel and Gretel to the boys and they threw questions at me on why the evil stepmother abandoned her children. Her actions were totally appalling to them. I tried to explain to them what a stepmother is. They were listening intently and suddenly, with a worried look, Y turned to me and asked, "are you my real mother?" I can't help laughing at that. Of course I assured him I am his birth mother and I loved them so much that I would never leave them in a forest.

 

Anyway, here's the proof my little darlings, I carried that giant watermelon with swollen feet and big nose for 37 weeks. I went in the operating room to be cut open while wide awake to deliver you. There's no doubt that I'm definitely your real mother.