“My mommy have a baby in her tummy!” she announces even before her little feet clear the steps.
“How lovely!” I’ve known for a while, but delight never gets old.
“But the baby not coming out yet,” she clarifies soberly.
“Oh,” I match my tone to hers.
The girl nods sagely. “It not ready yet.”
She shrugs out of her coat and wriggles a bit as she lets me help her remove her snow boots. She pauses mid-wriggle. One socked foot liberated.
“Will mommy have to blow?”
“Yeah,” the almost-four-year-old cocks her head with bewilderment at my lack of immediate understanding. “When the baby come out.”
I look up, slightly flustered. Someone did a tripe-knot on that other boot. Fort Knox.
She stares at me.
It is one of those times when I have a feeling that my hypothesis about her question is quite different than what she is actually asking about.
“What do you think?” I default to my when-in-doubt-return-the-question-to-the-kid.
She nods vigorously. “Yeah. Because when the baby finish cooking it going to be too hot.”
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