Born and Reborn Again
Peach: Do you like my smell?
FrumeSarah: Do I like your what?
Peach: My smell. We all have our own smell. Like we all have our own breath.
Oh. Peach is three.
FrumeSarah: Hey Peach, do you know who put our breath inside of us?
Peach: God. Isn’t that so cool? I told my friends at school today that God put hot breath inside of us.
A moment later…
Peach: I can’t remember the day I was born.
FrumeSarah: That’s OK, Peach. You were pretty little.
Peach: Can you take me there?
FrumeSarah: Where? To the hospital?
Peach: No, the place where I was waiting for you before I was born.
Peach is not alone in his musings about prenatal life. HIs sister had her own take on things.