They’ve gone wireless, and they’re now in our home calling area.
"I’m calling from the back of the getaway car."
"We’ve sprung the hospital."
"You mean you’re with the babies right now?"
"Yeah, my ass is squeezed between two car seats. I haven’t fit in the middle seat since I was eight."
"They’re really coming home?"
"Yes, they’re really, really coming home."
Then I started to tear a little, looking down at their sweet squishy faces, tucked into their oversized car seats. They’re now wireless and officially ours.