"Is that milk or did my water just break?" The boy wondered aloud.
"shit! Call the foot," shouted Mum, grabbing the town and running into the bathroom.
Holding her arms, The boy pissed like an huge shoe toward the bag.
"Remember what they said to do - to get through the contractions, you need to hit, hit, hit," Mum said painfully.
"Calm down! If this is labor, I'm Johnny Depp."
"But we have to be ready! Do you have a focal point?"
"Yes," The boy said. "The trolley."
"I'll go see if I can slowly fit it in the toyota camry. You stay here and dribble," yelled Mum, and ran out the door.
The boy shouted back into the bathroom and sniffed. Maybe it was milk, after all.
Go on, have a try for yourself and send me your stories.