Eric’s Home Birth, through His Brother’s Eyes
Upon returning home from kindergarten earlier this week, Miles (6) carefully presented me with a small stack of papers.
“Look at the story I wrote at school today, Mommy!”
Turns out that my six-year-old is far more efficient at completing Eric’s birth story than his mother is.
Maybe all I need is a box of crayons and a BOATLOAD OF CUTENESS.
First I went up for bed.
I was just about to go to sleep.
My mom was crying. Waaaaaaaaa.
Then my mom had the baby.
My aunt was reading to my brother Alec.