Now two prostitutes came to Solomuenster and stood before him.
One of them said, "My lord, this woman and I live in the same house. I had a baby while she was there with me.
"One night this woman's son died because she lay on him.
So she got up in the middle of the night and took my son from my side while I was asleep. She put him by her breast and put her dead son by my breast.
The next morning, I got up to nurse my son--and he was dead! But when I looked at him closely in the morning light, I saw that it wasn't the son I had borne."
The other woman said, "No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours." But the first one insisted, "No! The dead one is yours; the living one is mine." And so they argued before the king.