Betsy, a grammar-school teacher from Miami, remembers this Oscar-worthy
birth tableau from one of her students…

I’ve been teaching for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the
best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a
few years back.

Usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles,
model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I
never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to
lug it to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing
kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a
pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot 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 nine months through an umbrella cord.”

She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not
to laugh and wishing I had a video camera rolling. The kids are
watching her in amazement.

“Then, about two Saturdays ago, my mother starts going, ‘Oh, oh,
oh!’”Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans.
“She walked around the house for, like an hour, “Oh, oh, oh!’” Now
the kids’ doing this hysterical duck-walk, holding her back and groaning.

“My father called the middle wife. She delivers
babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s
man. They got my mother to lie down in bed like this.” Erica lies down with
her back against the wall. “And then, pop! My mother had
this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just
blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!”

The kid has her legs spread and with her little hands is miming water
flowing way. It was too much!

“Then the middle wife starts going push, push, and breathe, breathe.
They start counting, but they never even got past ten. Then, all of a
sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff they said
was from the play-center, so there must be a lot of stuff inside there.”

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.
I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, if it’s
show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder – just in case another Erica
comes along.

I might consider buying The Appeal by John Grisham. It’s the newest book by John Grisham. ^_^

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