Being Born

Myron: “Mama tell you about how I was born”

Mama: “Okay, it was a cold winter day in Wisconsin…” (I started our routine story about the day he was born)

Myron: “No not that story… Did they cut me out and sew you back up or did you push me out?”

Mama: (Pause… minor internal freak-out) “I pushed you out honey”

Myron: “oh, okay”