After working out Saturday evening, I was in my room getting ready to take a shower. Ella came in to visit (she had been tucked into bed for awhile, but decided to see me when I had come back.) I didn't mind until she started to ask me all kinds of questions.
"Hey Mommy, why is your belly all sqwobbly?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's all kinda big and SQWOBBLY."
"Oh, that's because I gave birth to you and Genna."
"You two were in my belly before you were born." There wasn't much point in explaining that, in addition to giving birth twice, my belly had also become enlarged from about 10 years of carbs and beer. She wouldn't understand.
"Ohhhhh. I forgot I used to be a baby in your belly. Was I dirty when I was born?"
"A little, but the nurses cleaned you up and Daddy got to hold you and then I held you. You were nice and clean then."
"What about Genna? I'll bet she was REALLY dirty."
"She was, but the nurses cleaned her up too."
By this point, I could just see the wheels moving in her head.
"When can I have a baby in my belly?"
"Not for awhile. You have to be a grown-up for that."
"Oh. Maybe Genna could go into my belly and be my baby."
"Honey, she is going to be way too big to be your baby. Besides, she's your sister."
"What about Ava? She could go into my belly and be my baby."
"Honey, Ava is going to be too big as well. She's 6 months younger than Genna. Besides, you have a long time to worry about having a baby."
"But MOMMY--WHERE am I going to FIND a baby to be in my belly?!?!?!"