Over his Cheerios, Fritz told Emily this morning that he was born at the beach. Indeed, he was born a few blocks from the beach. Then Fritz turned to me and asked, "How did you find me?"
I told him, "You were buried in the sand and inside a seashell."
Fritz very seriously and with the gullibility of a six-year-old said, "Was I really? I don't remember that."
3 days ago
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I absolutely love this story!!!
I laughed out loud for a while and when I read it to Michael we laughed together again.
samuel knows better. he knows babys "pop out of your belly" but at the hospital. he did ask how they got in there. hmmm.
Maybe you should get Fritz a hermit crab for a pet, so he can remember his heritage! :)
Aww, what a sweet story!
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