One morning I was getting ready for work at around 6:45 am. As usual, Brett was still in bed getting his beauty sleep. As I headed downstairs from our bedroom I heard my husband's voice say, "Is that Conway Twitty?" At this point in our relationship I am very used to such odd questions from Brett so I responded, "No. It's your wife." To that he replied, "Not you. The baby."
And the fetus has been Conway Twitty ever since.

Ha!! I LOVE IT!! so glad you're bloggin about Conway.
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