Wade, our last-born, texted from Los Angeles the other day asking if I knew what time he was born. I can barely come up with the year any of our five offspring were born – how in the world would I remember the hour? I suppose some super-mothers do, but I probably wouldn’t like them much.
I did manage to find the time in his baby book (8:40 p.m., if you’re interested, which of course you’re not, but be polite and pretend). I have no idea why he needed that information – he’s probably concocting some kind of fun quiz for his sophomore English class: “What totally awesome teacher was born at 8:40 p.m.? First student with the correct answer gets a candy bar.”
Read Molly's Ink Spots in the Feb. 21 Kossuth County Advance.
