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."
7 hours ago