Earlier today, Oliver and I were chatting about babies. I think we’d seen one on TV and Oliver thought it was cute. Anyway, he then proceeded to tell me the following story:
“So, one time I [Note that this is Oliver talking, not me] had a baby in my tummy. And it was born, and it was a girl, and she was so cute. Like, so, so cute. She was cuter than you were when you were a baby. I named her Katy. And I loved her so much. And then she disappeared.
“But it was okay, because then I had another baby in my tummy. And I loved her so so much, and she was born. And I named her after you, Mommy. She was so cute. I just loved her.
“She had to go out to discover the world. So I had to go with her, of course, because she was just a baby. So I packed my backpack with all of the stuff we’d need. Like, I packed a lot of corn, so we’d have food. And other stuff too. I loved my baby.”