“No, I aint,” Betty Boo.” Then he laughs, “How much did you weigh at birth?”

She turns her head sideways and grins as they sat down under a nearby tree.

Waiting on her answer, Charley places his arms under his head as he leans against the tree.

“Eight pounds and 6 ounces,” she answers.

Charley, looking up and down her 5 ft body, 108 pounds and he sighs, “Somebody didn’t grow much, did they?”

Betty Mae tickles him on his side and turns her head away again.

To level the playing field, Charley admits again, “19 ounces, I was  the smallest baby in the whole darn hospital.”

Betty Mae pats his arm.

“I was in the incubator for weeks and weeks,” he says, looking up into the skies.

Betty Mae again pats his shoulder.

“After four months and gaining five pounds in the emergency care facilities I was allowed to go home.”

Betty Mae thought about the cost of the health care  insurance, even at that time.

“Two thousand dollars per day,” Charly shouts, looking over at her and reading her mind.

Betty Mae sighed, and glances at his miraculous physical growth.

“I’m a $500,000 baby, “  he says. “Five hundred thousand dollars baby,”  he repeated.

Reaching over and touching his arm, Betty Mae smiles, “Hm-m, mighty expensive bicepts.”

“Expensive chest, too” he adds.

“Expensive legs,”

“Expensive whole body,” he  laughs, flexing his legs and his other  muscles.

Thinking back,  Charley  wonders  that it was a miracle  that  his family survived the ordeal of his touch-and-go emergency room  birth.

“Today’s President Obama’s  United States Government Medical Health Plan would have helped you, too.” Betty Mae says  to soothes  Charley.

“Yeah, but the costs would now be  doubled,” the 24 year old Charley groans.

“Yes, with the rising costs of everything else.”

Charly yawned.

“Come here,” Betty Mae commands, grabbing him by the arm,  “Nineteen ounce-$500, 000-Baby,  lets have lunch.”