Toddler 9 Gets a Sister

Baby 9 is now a toddler--Toddler 9! Who will be his successor? Baby 10 is here at last!

We are going for a ride. I'm not sure to where, but people keep pointing and talking, saying things I don't understand.

"We're going to the hospital, Toddler 9," they say. What is a hospital, though, I wonder?

Hello again. It's been quite awhile, hasn't it? I am Toddler 9, although some still call me Baby, and a few bestow the great honor of calling me a Child. And Momster has been gone for over a day. I don't know where she has gone, but Dadly went with her, and we have been left with my two eldest siblings, A1 and B2. Dadly came home for the Night Ritual where the offspring of Dadly Momster come together to read a book they call, "Bible."

But other than that, we are alone. Today, B2 is taking us on a drive in the big car. I climb in with a couple of my siblings and wait through it. We pull into an unfamiliar, large parking lot and go into an enormous building. B2 leads me and my other siblings into elevators--I've never felt so disoriented!--through halls, past doors, and at last...

I peek into a room. There Momster sits, in a strange kind of seat. And she is holding something. Something small and pink and wrinkly. I go closer to see what she is holding. I look at Dadly Momster inquisitively.

"Look, Toddler 9," Momster says. "It's your new baby sister."

Baby sister? I look again. But she is so tiny! And wrinkly! And she's a baby?

"Her name is Baby 10," Dadly tells me, leaning closer. Shocked, I stare at the tiny face, the tiny fingers and the tiny nose.

In my own language that my siblings do not understand but I suspect this Baby might, I say, "Hello, Baby 10. Welcome to the family."