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Monday, January 08, 2007

Unexpected

At the farmers' market where we do our food shopping every week, Amy, during her pregnancy, struck up an acquaintance with the young Amish girl who works at the stand where we buy our apples in season. The girl's sister was pregnant, too. When my wife went in there the other day for the first time with our newborn, she asked the Amish girl how her sister was doing. Turns out she had delivered, too.

Then the Amish girl says, "Want to see a picture?" and whips out her cell phone.

posted by Callimachus at 8:05 PM

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