The Birds And The TVs

My parents decided not to have a television when my brother and I were younger; they didn’t want us growing up addicted to TV. My dad is an OB/Gyn, but at the point of this story, neither of my parents have told my brother or me anything about the facts of life… intentionally, that is. My brother is four, and I am two when my parents observe this scene.

My brother is on his back on the floor, knees bent and covered with a blanket. I am under the blanket and I come crawling out from beneath his legs. In other words, he “gives birth” to me. My brother sits up and starts cuddling me, saying, “My baby, my baby!” in a very excited voice.

My dad looks at my mom and says, deadpan, “Maybe we should get a TV, after all.”