Missy Moo has lately taken to sleeping in her own bed. We've co-slept with her for nearly the last 3 years. I'm quite pleased now to be only sharing with one prolific bed hog.
Anyways, every morning, like clockwork, Missy Moo scrambles up into my bed at 10:30 a.m. This morning, she was feeling nostalgic and wanted to look at pictures of herself.
Thanks to a strange cleaning kick the other day, I found a picture of my husband and I at our wedding reception and put it out on a spare patch of dresser. It had still been packed away from out last move.
She brought it over to me and said, "Where's me?"
"In my tummy," I replied.
"No. Where's me?"
"You're an egg in my stomach at the point this picture was taken."
"NO! Bad mommy! You can't eat babies!" She was horrified and I couldn't stop laughing.
Thats kind of awesome. I had a similarly awesome conversation with a toddler about what happens when babies are born. Yikes!
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