"What, the baby doesn't know it's in a box!"

This from the same oh-so-quotable woman who at various times has been known to say: "What, I'm holding the book!" and "His name is Andrew, Dick!" and "You're not spiritual enough to be an Institute Teacher!" and "Do you even like girls?" and "IF you get married!" and "Oh, so how was your day?" (you had to be there for that one) and "They did an experiment on my bum!" This woman is my mama, and I have her to thank for my current accommodations in a laundry basket! But, teasing aside, she's right -- I don't know, and I don't mind! In fact, I feel privileged to be following in the footsteps of my older brother, Isaac, who also spent the first part of his life sleeping in this very same laundry basket! Given the space restrictions in our small apartment, it really works out for the best -- I'm quite content!