Holy Mother of the Mother of God

Thanks to my friend Seeker at SoulSpace for inspiring me to this...

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"Mum, I've got a problem..."
"Oh no, what's Joe done this time?"
"It's not Joe, that's the problem."
"What's not Joe? Whatever are you twittering on about this time? Just give me a hand with these sheets, will you?"
"But Mum —"
"I'm listening, dear. Hold on tight to your end whilst I give it a shake."
"Mum —"
"Whatever's the matter, dear? Why are you crying?"
"Mum, I'm pregnant."
"I always thought Joe was a bit keen, dear, but —"
"Mum, it's not Joe's baby."
"Do you remember that film with Hugh Grant in it, dear?"
"Mum, Hugh Grant hasn't been born yet. They haven't invented films yet."
"Mother of God, child, will you just listen to your mother??"
"Mum, that's blasphemy!"
"This is a more immediate problem, my girl, so just you let your old mother think about it..."
"OK, but what about the film?"
"Oh yes, the one about the weddings and the funeral: do you remember the opening line?"
"Err..."
"Well that's us, girl. Does Joe know yet?"
"I'm scared, Mum. I don't want to lose him."
"You won't lose him, girl: he's totally besotted with you. So who's the father?"
"It's hard to explain..."
"No, dear, these things are very simple. It's biology: 1 + 1 = 3."
"I've got an idea, Mum."
"That's my girl: come on, out with it."
"If 1 + 1 = 3, that might explain something about God that's been puzzling me..."
"I thought you were worried about Joe?"
"Joe can wait: I think we're about to solve one of the most puzzling mysteries about the nature of God that's haunted humanity since the dawn of time."
"Time's the problem, girl. Thank God you came to me now and didn't wait until it started to show. Now finish folding that sheet and let me think some more."
"Mum, what you said a minute ago, 'Mother of God'..."
"A figure of speech, girl. What about it?"
"Well it's not a figure of speech anymore."
"You're talking riddles, girl. I asked you who the father is."
"Well there was, like, this angel —"
"Angel??"
" — and he said, well, OK, I forget his exact words, but it was, like, don't be afraid —"
"Standard opening line. These angels have got no imagination."
"You believe me?"
"Haven't lied to me before, girl, have you?"
"Err, there was that fib about —"
"Water under the bridge, girl. I think you'd better go stay with your Aunty Liz for a bit."
"But Mum, she's pregnant."
"She's a bit brighter than you, girl. At least she got married first. Now go pack your things and I'll sort your father out."
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