This morning Nate was sitting on what is left of my lap and he got this look on his face.
He reached over, opened my fluffy bathrobe and pointed to my rather large, protruding belly.
“Mama. How do Baby Mea-son get out o’ dare?”
Derek: WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM??? HE JUST TURNED TWO!!!! I didn’t anticipate that question from HIM.
K: I yelled, “VAGINA!!” and ran into the other room.
At this rate, I’ll be explaining the hazards of TARP 1.0 and 2.0 and don’t get me started on the stimulus bill.
I blame this all on my husband’s genes. I still am not interested in how Baby Mason is getting out of my belly. A stork brings him, right?