as we got pajamafied for bed tonight, little man stared at my suddenly huge belly (I think it's mostly attributable to ice cream today and will be flat again tomorrow).
Little Man: wow, your belly is fat
Me: well, it's getting big. the baby has to have room to grow
Little Man: Did you EAT the baby?
Me: no, I didn't eat the baby, it's just growing.
Little Man: Well did the doctor cut the baby out and put it in your belly?
Me: nope. the doctor didn't do anything.
Little Man: well, how did it get in there?
...oh man. really? already? you are four!
Me: well, Daddy helped me make the baby and put it in there.
Little Man: oh. ok.
WHEW! Crisis averted.
in other news from our top 4 year old reporter:
to his unshaven stepmother. It's only been 2 days, c'mon!
Little Man: Mommy, why do you have hair under your arms?
when I am so exhaustedly trying to put him to bed so I can get into my own
Little Man: Why are you going to bed? Grownups can stay up and do whatever they want.
it's a bang up night.
Thanks to LG for an awesome time with us at the mall before this round of serious questions. I was well fortified thanks to ice cream, adult time and shopping.
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