This morning, the kids had gone upstairs, so I went up to bring them back downstairs. They each had a stuffed animal in their arms, their "babies" as Mason informed me. The conversation then went something like this:
Mason: And Mommy, you are having a baby too (as he pats my stomach).
Me: I am?!
Mason: Yeah, because I need another kid to play with.
Me: Oh, okay. Well do you want a baby or a little kid?
Mason: Um, I think a boy my size.
Me: Well, what about a girl Payton's size?
Mason: Okay.
Me: Maybe we can get a girl now and maybe a boy later?
Mason: Yeah, yeah.
Crack me up! And I swear if he pats my belly one more time to tell me I'm having a baby, I may have to get counseling!
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