Oh the things my kids come up with.
I get a good hearty laugh at least every day. Loud is a great story teller and I’m still working on him to complete such tall tales with the phrase “And that’s just a story.”
I was slouching on the couch, letting it all hang out (just meaning I wasn’t holding in my pregnant tummy) and 3yr old Loud pointed to my bump, “Mom is that where you keep your baby?”
“Yes, it sure is.”
He then appeared to inspect it and other areas of my shirt before pointing to my chest, which pre-baby is usually quite flat. Guess you could call it a perk of pregnancy because I’ve already grown a cup size. Thank goodness I’m out of training bras now. Any hooooo, back to Loud.
“Mom.” He raised his eyebrows, “You’ve got two babies.”
“No she doesn’t.” Scarfunkle sat up straight on the couch.
“No I DON’T!” I got a little worried but then saw where he was pointing. A baby for each bump huh?
Scarfunkle decided it was his turn to interrogate me. ” Mom, why do I always want to ask where the baby comes out?”
Oh dear! I remained calm and tried to recall my pre planned response for the dreaded question. A wise mom once helped me map out some of the worst possible kid questions.
“Well, Scarfunkle, the baby comes out the birth canal.” I sat as nonchalant as possible, secretly crossing my fingers.
“Yeah but nowhere seems big enough.”
“You are right,” I sighed, “nowhere does seem big enough, its hard work but that’s how God made it.”
Would you believe it? He didn’t press me for more and though Loud is convinced he is getting a girl AND a boy baby there was no harm done. 🙂