Our Spiteful Unborn
(I think he’s laughing at us, I really do.)
The night before I was born (or maybe my sister, I can’t remember), my mother made and ate an entire tray of Rice Krispies treats. Seeing as how that’s in my blood (and in Barnabas’ blood), I thought it may do the trick for Kristen.
So last night, while she and Jodi went for a walk, I slaved over the stove and made a batch (with the strawberry-flavored marshmallows, naturally). Unfortunately, Kristen was unable to eat all of them. More unfortunate, they didn’t spur Barnabas on, and he’s still lodged within.
The night before my mother gave birth to her other child (again, I’m not sure if it was me or Rachel), she ate an entire pot of string beans, potatoes, and ham. Frankly, it’s too hot to make that now, so I guess that experiment will have to wait until we’re desperate.
