One day last week my barista Steven asks me what does he need to do when I go into labor? He was a little panicky, asking if he should call an ambulance. I reassured him it would not be necessary that I would purely call Allen and we would go deliver her.
That night I told Allen and he said, "You should have told him to get his catchers mitt and be ready. "
At 5 this morning Steven strolls out of his car "ready." If only Addison were...
