Born in A Barn

This is one of my favorite stories to tell.
My mother was pregnant with her seventh child. It was a fairly calm day and we were all home except for Dad who was on a trip. Us kids were all just lounging around in the living room watching cartoons when mom walked into the room and announced she was going to have the baby. Mom usually had plenty of time to get to the hospital so she was in no rush. She told us to all go get some pjs and a change of clothes because we were going to stay at Gramma's for a little bit. We all went up and gathered our stuff and then got loaded up in the van. While driving my mom seemed to be in pain. We got to Gramma's and Mom said, "Something is not right." Gramma had some experience with midwifing and Mom had gone through this six times before. Gramma told Mom, "You are having this baby here."
The older girls were put in charge of watching the little ones and the boys were put in charge of cleaning a space in the barn. Gramma brought out a bunch of quilts to the barn. We could see Gramma and the older female cousins going in and out from the barn to the house getting things like towels, blankets, and water. Finally they all came out with a little baby wrapped in a yellow blanket. Then Gramma made the bed for Mom and she and the baby rested the rest of the day.
Whenever my youngest sister would behave a little badly it was always fun to say, "What, where you born in a barn or something?"