Everybody and their dog has been by to check out the trips. We run out of places to put the pies, cakes and cookies everbody’s been bringing, but I ain’t complaining. Not about the food, anyways. Folks lower their voices, but I can still hear em speculating about who the boys look like, trying to guess who their daddy is. Well, good luck with that, they don’t look like nobody from around here. All the newborn babies I ever seen have bright pink or pale white skin. These little fellas have coffee and cream colored skin. I ain’t never seen a prettier baby than these three. They have thick curly hair too. Momma said that Abby and I were both walking before we had any hair to speak of. It’s easy to see she’s proud of these babies.
I am getting awful tired though. Two of the boys cry all the time. I don’t know how the other one manages to sleep through all the squalling, but it don’t seem to bother him at all. They're identical triplets, but I can already tell them apart. I know I ain’t supposed to have favorites, but it’s hard not to when this little guy seems to like me and the other two don’t.
Daddy came home, but he’s sleeping in the hen house again. Momma wouldn’t even let him see the babies.
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