One day, a bright, outgoing little girl named Erica waddled to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She held up a photo of an infant.
— This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday. First, Mommy and Daddy made him as a symbol of their love, and then Daddy put a seed in my mother’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for 9 months through an umbrella cord.
Erica kept both hands on the pillow while Betsy tried not to laugh. The whole class stared in amazement.
— Then, about two Saturdays ago, my mother starts going, “Oh, oh, oh!”
Erica put one hand behind her back and groaned.
— She walked around the house for, like, an hour: “Oh, oh, oh!”
