Congratulations To The New Mother

Saturday my wife birthed a brand new infant.

I am not the father.

It happened like this:

While I mowed grass, Ginny weeded our cactus garden. As she weeded, she spotted a teeny, tiny white thing she thought was a pebble. When she picked it up to examine it more closely, the little egg suddenly popped open in her hand and a baby lizard jumped out.

This so startled Ginny that she gave a little squeak and the new lizard jumped from her hand and darted off into the cactus bed.

I hard her cry and rushed over to see what was wrong.

I never actually saw the baby myself.

Ginny says he looks just like his father — whoever that may be.