Pete had looked out first and seen all the delivery-room machinery waiting for him and somehow realized what he was being born into, and had grabbed on to everything handy in there to try to stave off being born.
You write such pretty word,
But life's no story book.
Smarter we get, the more dangerous our world becomes.
I like to think that one day you'll be an old man like me talking a young man's ear off explaining to him how you took the sourest lemon that life has to offer and turned it into something resembling lemonade. If you can do that, then maybe you will still be taking three babies home from this hospital, just maybe not the way you planned.
But that's life! I suppose, you... you go along with and suddenly... «poof». «Poof». «Poof».
