"It wasn't a whole fig," Mary assured him because, wow, she didn't have a death wish and her mouth wasn't that large. "There's probably a correct amount of child coddling between 'get down in the mines' and 'call me every half hour', but I'll leave it to more experienced people to figure it out." Mary had never had kids and never would have kids. They weren't written in her story. No one thought the name 'Mary Magdalene' and pictured a mother.