Madison arrived at Grandma’s place with her red wheely suitcase, her floppy orange hat and a present for the baby—a present she didn’t want to give away.
‘Did you know that God made me?’ Grandpa asked. ‘He made my nose, he made my toes. He even made my legs.’
‘Did you know that God made me?’ asked Grandma. ‘He made my nose, he made my toes. He even made my fingers.’ ‘Fingers are good for poking things’, suggested Madison.
‘Did you know God made me?’ Madison asked her mum. ‘He made my nose, he made my toes. He even made … my little sister.’
‘This is for the baby’, she whispered.