The Bubble Diversion

I was born with a bubble in my mouth.  The doctors timed how long the bubble would last.  It kept going.  They took off their wristwatches before the birth, and needed to look back and forth between the clock on the wall and my mouth.

I knew what I was doing.  If they keep their focus on the bubble, I thought, they won't notice my slipping back inside the womb.  It worked until they noticed the bubble was gone.  

"Come back here, you," said the doctor sternly.

It might've worked if I wasn't a C-section baby.