Believe me when I say I am not pregnant, nor I am I trying to become pregnant. Apparently, my son has convinced himself otherwise. This is a conversation between him and Grannie. It started while they were watching a cartoon of a dinosaur with an imaginary friend:
“Do you have an imaginary friend?"
“No, but Mommy’s gonna get me a baby tomorrow.”
“Oh! Is it going to be a boy or girl?”
“It’s a boy.”
“So you’re getting a baby brother?”
“Well, you can’t go to the store and buy them!”
“Where do they come from if you don’t buy them from the store?”
“Well, they come from heaven.”
Now how sweet is that???