Picture Circa Summer of 2005. My sweet little baby boy was still a gurgling mass of baby blob. Jon and I were attending a rehearsal dinner for our friends wedding. Little did I know, but I was pregnant at the time. Good thing I didn't drink. Or maybe I did. Pretty sure I even went to Kings Island and rode the roller coasters early in my pregnancy with Jesse.
Girlfriend turned out fine. See? Completely normal.
But this morning I got the dreaded question, "Mommy, where do babies come from?". It went down like this:
James: You know that itty bitty baby next door? She is soooooo cute!
Me: Hmmmhmmm (I'm tying his new shoes I got at Walmart for $7).
James: Where do babies come from?
Me: They are blessings from God.
James: Maybe God will throw a baby in your tummy, so we can have one.
Me: I don't think so, buddy. I already got two babies.
James: Maybe He'll throw 100 babies in there and you can have 100 babies!!!!
Me: I think I need more coffee. (Flashing to me having a litter of 100 babies)
Lord, please forgive my son for putting the thought out in the universe like that. He does not knoweth what he speaketh of.
Peace and My Kid is Gonna Screw With My Karma!