I had a baby at 79, and my children went to court to have me declared mentally incompetent—But when the judge asked who the baby’s father was, the courtroom door opened…

She had come to my house one afternoon and found me sitting at the kitchen table with my hands resting over my stomach.

I still remembered the look on her kface.

“Mom,” she had whispered, “why are you smiling like that?”

I had smiled even wider.

“Because I’m going to have a baby.”

She stared at me.

Then she laughed.

Not because she was happy.

Because she thought I was joking.