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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

I don't know where she gets this stuff

*NOTE: we have not discussed the birds and the bees with Lindsay at all. She has no idea how the baby gets in mommy, and she has not been told how it gets out either. Why? Because she hasn't asked, thank goodness! But these facts make the following conversation even weirder.

Me: Do you think that the baby in my tummy is getting big?

L: Yep, and the baby in my tummy is getting big too. (she's in this imitation phase)

Me: Oh yeah?

L: Yeah, and then my baby is going to come out of my tummy, and yours is going to come out of your butt.

Me:. . . . . . . . . .


Lacey said...

LMAO!! I can so tell life at your house is a constant riot!

Michelle said...

I love it Meghann... and hey, how come I'm not on your cool list? ;) LOL