Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I love this age. My son C is 3 1/2. He's always asking questions "what is our house made out of", "what is my body made out of", you get the idea. Well, he's been simply fascinated about the baby I am carrying. For a few weeks, he was convinced he too had a baby in him (although his was in his throat/chest area :) ). His baby was a boy.

Up until last night, his questions of who is pregnant have remained within private conversations at home. Last week he had this conversation with Daddy when he got home:

C: "Does O have a baby in him?"
Daddy: "No."
C: "Does M have a baby in her?"
Daddy: "No. O and M are too little. The Bible says you need to be married first then have babies."
C: "Do you have a baby in you Daddy?"
Daddy: "My baby is in Mommy."
Me: Silently gulping wondering what conversations this would bring up with my almost 6 year old who was listening on. But the conversation seemed to end there.

Fast forward to last night, when my Mom was over for a visit.

C: "Grammy, do you have a baby in your tummy?"
Grammy, chuckling: "No."
Me: "C, do you have a baby in your tummy?"
C: "No."
Grammy: "Who has a baby in their tummy?"
C: "Mommy."
Grammy (who by the way doesn't even know of our conversation last week): "Does O have a baby in his tummy?"
C: "No."
Grammy: "Does M have a baby in her tummy?"
C: "No."
Grammy: "Does Daddy have a baby in his tummy?"
C: "No. He put his baby in Mommy's tummy!"

I just about spit my iced tea all over the table! What a little character my C is! You just can't beat the precious things these kids say!


Nathan said...

That is some amazing photography! C couldn't be any cuter!

Jen said...

Oh, um, er, yeah.....I stole that picture from the best brother on earth ;)

Liz said...

Jen - what a cute little story! The things that come out of our kids mouths, it's just too cute!

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.

Weary and homesick and distressed,
They wander east, they wander west,
And are baffled and beaten and blown about
By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;
To stay at home is best.

Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;
The bird is safest in its nest;
O'er all that flutter their wings and fly
A hawk is hovering in the sky;
To stay at home is best.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow