We were sitting in the bathroom.
I put my hand on my belly and said something about the baby.
Cakie: You can take it out?
Me: No, not yet. We need to wait a long time, still.
We read a choo choo train book.
C: I don’t feel very well.
M: Oh, what’s wrong? Do you have a belly ache?
C: (Lifts shirt) Yeah. See I got a little baby. I got a very little baby in dare. (Points to his outy belly button.)
M: Oh. (Pat belly again) Do you think mommy has a very little baby, or a big baby in here.
C: Dat’s a BIG baby in dare!
(For more cleverness by the Cakeman, check out his first published poem at my other blog. It is still poetry month.)