The following quote was a lovely little sentiment I heard from Charis (6.5 years old), as she and Selah were playing a Story.
Definition of "story": what they call their make-believe games. Play times that come ready-made... with a bona fide script. *Not kidding* If you play along, you will be told what to say. and when. and how.
Charis, who is playing the husband of the story: "Honey, are you trying to eat more than me because you want to have another baby?"
Uh-huh.
Should this make me happy that Charis is yet to figure out the ins and out of how Baby got in my belly? (Though she's gotten close! I'm such the
OR should I be completely embarrassed? that she, by her keen observational skills, has deduced that Mommy, in order to create and maintain a "baby belly", must out-eat every person she's come in contact with. Ever.
