“No fevers or ear trouble since that awful Christmas Eve?”

“Not a single temperature,” I said.

Doctor Miller printed two blue health clearance forms from the wall printer and stamped each page with her green official seal.

“These complete the state health requirements for nursery school enrollment,” she said.

“They’re two strong, thriving six-month-old babies who are ready to take on the world.”

I folded the certified forms into my canvas bag next to the bottle warmer and gathered both babies into my arms.

By two in the afternoon, bright spring sunlight was pouring through the tall bay windows of the second-floor brownstone in Park Slope.