Miriam came to me yesterday announcing that she thought she was having another baby, her fifth. She informed that she had already called the midwife.
A few minutes later, she came again, this time with the bumps under her shirt giving away the fact that she had stuffed a baby doll under it. She said the midwife was on her way, and that the baby was definitely coming that day.
The next time Miriam came to me, she was beaming and holding a little doll in her arms - her new baby. I congratulated her, kissed the little baby, and asked her how the birth went.
Miriam: "It was good. I had to use the Slip and Slide."
Me: "The Slip and Slide?"
Miriam: "Well, my birth tub is from 1928, when I had Elizabeth [her oldest "child"], and it had holes this big in it. So we had to use the Slip and Slide for the birth."
Miriam, Becky, and baby Elizabeth in the shopping cart, ready to go shopping in my pantry