"We're in for the worst of it, you know?" Myrtle said to Laura.
"We are? Why?" she asked in concern, looking away from the birthing book Myrtle had brought over. In fact, she was relieved to have something else to look at as she turned to face Myrtle
"You seen any of Steve's baby pictures?"
"Yeah?" Laura acknowledged hesitantly.
"All Urkel babes are born with heads that size. Your babies are gonna rip you in half."
Laura was appalled. "What?!"
"Urkel hoo-has are built for it, but you poor gals who marry into this family... My mama tore from her coochie to her booty."
Max cackled loudly. "Dang, girl! You thought you were so lucky to play with that big dick? You shoulda known there'd be a catch."
Laura gasped and kicked her under the table. "Girl! That's private!" she hissed.
"Mmm, not that private," Myrtle corrected. "That's a family trait too. Comes with the big, ol' clown feet."
Laura looked back down at the birthing book. These women already looked like they were in excruciating pain. Now, she was being told that her delivery was going to worse than all of theirs? She was starting to feel a little woozy, but that could've been all the wine.
"And Steve wants a big family, too, doesn't he?" Max added with a smirk.
Laura glared at her and poured another glass.