Dangerous decorations


I borrowed a baby at church yesterday.* Sitting not far from me was a young mom from Bolivia with 8-month-old twin boys. She had one baby in her arms and the other beside her in a double-wide stroller, poised to begin complaining, so I offered to take the first. I knew from a stint I had done previously walking the halls with him (or his brother—no hope of telling) that he would be heavy, and I was so right. [More….]