Tonight at dinner, after I had finished my meal, I dramatically clutched my belly saying, "Boy am I full!!" With an obnoxiously large belly, that joke never gets old to me. After I said that, I exchanged the following conversation with Will:
Will: "When was Beckett put in your belly?"
Me: "Sometime in May."
Will: "Was he put in at the doctor's office?"
Me: "No, Daddy put him in my belly." (side note: why did I bother?)
Will: "Where did Daddy put him in your belly?"
Me: "At the house."
Will: "Well, I didn't see him put him in there."
(Insert laughter from me here)
Will: (his hands up in the air) "No really! When did Daddy put him in there?!"
Me: "Will, eat your chicken."
2 comments:
Very cute! As I remember, you were not sure how the baby got in your belly. No wonder you told Will to "eat your chicken". That is always a good thing to do.....change the subject when you don't have an answer.
Don't you hate it when the questions get complex?!
Just tonight Amelle was asking me about the stars...how did they get there, why are they following us, what do they do....
Oiy!
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