My grandson asked me to tell the story of the
day he was born.
I proceeded with the story that he had
heard many times before ... He was a
stubborn little baby & the doctor had
to give Mommy a C-Section.
Then it happened ...
his ever inquisitive sister begins
questioning me like a veteran detective
trying to break a perp.
Did the doctor have to cut Mommy's belly
to get me out, too?
No.
Did I crawl out her belly button?
Uh, no.
Did she poop me out?
NO.
Did I come out her nostrils or her ears?
No, honey.
Well, Nanny ... there are only so many
holes in the human body!
How did I get out of there?
I answered the only way I could ...
Who wants ice cream?
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