Today with Reilly...

Since my sister Becca has revealed to us that she is pregnant with her first Reilly has been fascinated with the idea of having a baby in someone’s belly. He’s been asking everyone. Seriously. Everyone. Both male and female. Please don’t be offended if he has or does ask you because it really is no reflection on you. He just is intrigued by the idea. So, we have had several conversations about this already, about who does and does not have babies in their belly. Today he had a mix of silly and serious, going something like this:
“Do you have a baby in your belly?”
“No, Reilly. Remember, Auntie Becca has a baby in her belly. Not everyone has a baby in their belly.”
“Do I have a baby in my belly?”
“No, boys don’t have babies in their belly. Just food.”
“What about Daddy?”
“No, Daddy doesn’t have a baby in his belly either. No boys or daddies have babies in their bellies.”
“Do girls have babies in their bellies?”
“Little girls don’t have babies in their belly. Some grown up girls do, but not everyone.”
“Does the door have a baby in its belly?”
“No.”
“Does the table have a baby in its belly?”
“No, that’s silly. Doors and tables don’t have babies or bellies.”
“Just people.”
“Right. Only grown up girls can have babies in their belly, but not all of them do. Only some of them.”
“Grown up girls.”
“Right.”
“That’s right, baby babes!” 

[Something I used to call him when he was younger. Now he thinks it’s funny to say it back to me when I say something is right. I always smile when he does, which is probably why he keeps doing it.] :)

Something else we learned from Reilly today-
- Easter is over. It’s all done and turned off. It’s not Easter anymore because they ran out of colored eggs to find.