My name is Peter. I am four years old. This is my mommy, Kathy, and my daddy, Phil.

My mommy brings me to school every day. My daddy picks me up.

After we eat dinner together, it is bedtime. My mom reads me a story and my dad sings and plays his guitar every single night. This is my favorite part of the day.

One day after school, my mom picked me up instead of my dad. She took me to the park and we got ice cream. "I have some very exciting news, Peter," she said.

I felt my tummy do a somersault. I was nervous. "Peter, I am pregnant. That means that there is a baby growing inside my stomach. You will have a little brother or sister in a few months! I know you will be such a great big brother," my mom said.

That night, I barely slept at all. I stayed up all night thinking about how everything would be different.

Finally, the day came. My mom and dad went to the hospital to have the baby. I stayed home with my grandma.