A few weeks ago at dinner, E asked about the prenatal vitamins I was taking. I told him about how the baby can’t eat its own food the way he does, so it shares mine. He announced – not for the first time – that he was also with child.
E: I have a baby in my belly, too. She needs to eat my food.
Mama (noting the “she”, when last time it was a “he”): Is your baby a girl, today?
E: No, it’s a boy.
Mama: What’s his name?
E: I already told you, it’s Daffodil See-Too.
(No, he hadn’t already told us.)
Mama: His name is… Daffodil See-Too??
Daddy: Wow, that’s a wonderful name! Where did you get that name?
E (as if it were the most obvious thing ever): It’s a Spanish word.
Mama (thinking she gets it): Ohhh, the baby’s name is from Diego?
E: It’s not a baby, it’s a boy.
Mama (chuckling): Oh, so it’s just going to be born a full-grown boy.
E, to Daddy: Do you have a baby?
Daddy (ruefully patting stomach): No… it just looks like I do.
Mama: Actually, the baby in here is partly Daddy’s, so he is having a baby.
Daddy (glancing at his empty Corona bottle): Daddy’s baby’s name is… Cerveceria. That’s a Spanish word too.
Update: E has, since this conversation, decided on another name for his baby, and this one has stuck for over a week: Tree Shepard.
During a discussion about Mama’s baby bump, and whether it’s a boy or a girl in there:
Mama: If you have a sister, what should her name be?
E (thinks for a moment): Biden. Nn. (After a pause) Is the baby happy?
Mama (all heartwarmed that he would ask such a sweet question): Yes, of course, it’s very comfy in there.
E (smacking Mama’s belly): Now is she angry?
Papa took this photo and had fun tweaking it in various ways. This is the most beautiful version. (Slightly less beautiful, but no less endearing, is the one where he pasted E’s head onto the body of his stuffed sloth.)