Hank and I walked around the block to my friend Rose's house yesterday before dinner, to deliver a present for her new baby, who is due Thursday. The instant he fixated on her with his knitted eyebrows, I knew exactly what was going through his little mind and tried to mitigate.
"Rose has a baby in her belly, honey. See?"
Much eyebrow knitting continued. And as we were getting our shoes on to leave, he just couldn't let it go.
"Why you have that huge belly?"
Third trimester of pregnancy is pretty much the only time you can get away with this comment to a woman. That, and being 4, I suppose.