I took her to go to the restroom at our church's Christmas program. She looked up at me with her sweet doe eyes and said:
"Your stomach is getting really big."Wow, I thought. A teachable moment. A time for us to connect and for me to share the joy of a new life with her! I answered her. "Yes, sweetie! My stomach is getting bigger! That's because there is a baby inside! Isn't that cool?!"
My precious poppet looked at me and said:
"I have to pee."Clearly, she was less enthralled than I.
So last night, we're at the Wally and I say to her, "My tummy sure is getting big. And look-it's moving! I wonder what's inside. What do you think?"
She turned slowly towards me, looked at my face, my belly, then my face again and said:
"You have popcorn in your stomach. It's popping. You ate too much."All this time, I've been thinking I was pregnant. Turns out, I'm just full of popcorn.
Take that, midwives.