“My Mommy Has Been Sleeping for Three Days”—A Six-Year-Old Arrived at the Hospital With Newborn Twins in a Wheelbarrow

“I’m taller,” Lucas said.

“No, you’re not,” Oliver answered.

“By an inch.”

James looked at the two faces lifted toward him.

“That sounds like a question for a tape measure.”

“I told him!” Lucas said, treating this as complete agreement.

Clara came down the steps to greet James.

“Thanks for coming.