I smiled at her. I’d heard this before. “What else do you remember,” I said gently.
“The lights were so bright! And I was so cold. Someone hit me!”
“Quite a story for early in the morning,” I said, sighing inwardly. It was definitely time. “Eat your cereal. You’ll be late for school.”
“You don’t think I can remember,” Molly pouted.
“Honey, you were a caesarean,” I said.