-Dad, I’m pregnant.

-What? 

-I’m pregnant.

-what is that?

-what is what?

-that word. 

-I’m? It’s a contraction. It means I am. Me. Myself, your daughter—I’m pregnant.

-No, the other word.

-Pregnant?

-Yes. That doesn’t sound like it means anything.

- It means I’m with child.

-Whose child? 

-Mine. 

-Which means? 

-I’m going to have to drop out of high school because I’m pregnant. 

-How? 

-Ryan Clegg and I had sex. 

-Which gave you a child?

-Yes.

-Interesting.

-Are you.... mad? 

-I’m still trying to wrap my head around this. 

-That I’m pregnant? Didn’t you and mom have me when you were young? 

-Hmm, I guess so—I’m kinda fuzzy on the details.

-But you know about pregnancy, right? 

-Preg...Nancy.... yeah, yeah. That sounds familiar. I think I know what you mean.