A Birth

When I received news that Cousin Stephanie was en route to the infirmary to birth a human child this afternoon, I hurriedly fired off the following text message:

Me: "Make it a boy, Steph!"

Several hours later, Cousin Stephanie responded.

Cousin Stephanie: "Well Corey, I made it a boy. Meet Thomas."

It's a good thing I sent that text message. To my knowledge, girls named Thomas rarely get asked to the prom.