Today after lunch I became the proud mother of a healthy newborn Pokemon, delivered by red plastic tongs from my front apron pocket by two four year-old girls. During the brief surgery, during which I lay in a wooden block-cleared space on a blue straw mat, a four year-old boy checked the reflexes in my earlobes by hitting them with a small plastic hammer. His assistant shot me periodically with a Lego-block gun to assure I stayed unconscious during the procedure. Mother and Pokemon are doing fine.

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[Soleil]

Congrats on the little one. Sounds like you were in good hands!