I am startled at how long Miles's five-year-old body stretches in our bath tub.
"I remember when you were jack-knifed in my uterus," I said to Miles as I scrubbed his feet. "Thanks for choosing my uterus," I added. I have my son believing I have no idea how he got in there; I am just lucky that he decided to grow inside my body.
"No problems. I really liked being in your uterus," Miles said. "I was like the boss of your uterus."
I raised my eyebrows.
"I could watch TV anytime I wanted, and could stay up early or not go to bed, and I could drive the car with you."
I tried to memorize his words until I got to the computer.