Earlier this month, we went on the sibling tour of the hospital, so the boys could take comfort in where I will go to get my grand extraction and so that Bumpus could again wonder aloud what happened to the good ol' days, when the men got to go to the bar, watch football, and drink whilst awaiting arrivial of their loin fruit.
There we were, in front of the big glass nursery window, all the little girls and boys lined up on the steps that allow those-under-three-feet-tall to see the babies. All the parents with their backs against the opposite wall, watching said siblings and pondering the fact that OH MY GOD THIS MEANS I HAVE TO COME GET THIS THING OUT OF ME.
General quiet as children look into the window and parents watch.
Rufus, the only voice he knows, which is slightly quieter than a jet engine: "Is this where we get the fried chicken?"
General assortment of parents: Laughter.
Other small children: More silence, while staring in awe and wonder at the miracles of life thus contained within said window.
Rufus: "LOOK MAMA! Way in the back! They got a HAMSTER CAGE!"
Comment from laughing father somewhere in the crowd: "Oh lord, I hope his mother is getting this on video tape."
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