“Pick one,” I encouraged baby b. But he doesn’t want to pick a piece of paper from a hat. He wants my camera.
After a few minutes of coaxing, I ask my husband to draw a name. “Peepers!” He reads. Yay! My friend from church wins a book!
“Draw another one,” I ask him.
“You can’t give all the books away,” he says. “How many do you have?”
“Ten. Draw one more! This is fun!”
“You should do one drawing now and another one later,” he says.
“No. These drawings get tiring. It becomes too much about me. Just draw another name.”
Okay.” He draws another slip of paper. “Mommy Cracked.”
There we have it. Peepers and Mommy Cracked. Congratulations, Ladies! Peepers––I'll bring your copy to church next week! Mommy Cracked -- send me an email with a shipping address and I'll put your copy in the mail.
I wish I could give a copy to everyone! (See? This is why I will never make money as a writer.) If you didn't win, you can buy a copy of the book here.