Yesterday morning, Dad woke me up. He was already fully dressed and hadn't shaved. He laughed, gave me a kiss, and told me I'd had a little brother last night. Then he told me to get dressed quickly, and we went to a hospital. There we saw Mom; she was in bed, but she looked just as happy as Dad. My little brother was lying next to her bed. "Well," I said to Joachim, "you don't seem very happy!" "And why should I be?" Joachim replied. "First of all, he's ugly, very small, red, and cries constantly, and everyone thinks it's funny. If I cry a little at home, I have to be quiet immediately, and Dad says I'm an idiot and hurt his ears."