CASEY: *out of nowhere* You know what? I could grab a duck.
After buckling Jack into his seat, Dan let one rip and then shut the van door.
JACK: *totally disgusted* Why did Dad do that? That was so clumsy.
MALL SANTA: And what’s your name?
CASEY: *too flustered and excited* I’m Santa. I mean! I’m Santa. I mean! I’m Casey.
I’m pregnant with my third and I told the kids I had a baby in my belly.
JACK: What?? Right now?
ME: Yeah, right in there.
JACK: *super worried* But it’s gonna burst out of your belly! And tear a big hole!??
ME: … *not knowing where to start with this one*
JACK: Oh, well, I guess they could put you back together right?
ME: Yeah, I’ll go to the hospital to get the baby out.
JACK: Oh, that’s okay then.
When I told Casey that my tummy was getting bigger because of the baby he was like:
CASEY: Yeah, and Daddy’s belly too!
Jack has been so excited about the idea of a baby. He constantly talks about it.
JACK: Can I hug your baby? Can I kiss your baby? When the baby comes out I’m gonna rock him in the chair to sleep. Can we name the baby “Case”?
ME: What does the cow say?
CASEY: “Moo.”
ME: What does the Mommy say?
CASEY: “Oink oink.”
ME: Alright, listen you.
I brought home ultrasound pictures to show the boys. As they were looking at the new baby, I asked them whether they thought they were getting a new brother or a sister.
JACK: *pointing to the picture* That’s a brother because he has short hair.
Today at lunch my three-year-old randomly announced.
CASEY: You know what? I have a cool family!
JACK: I really like your hair.
ME: Aww, thank you.
JACK: And I really like your heart.
ME: *crying* Buddy! Thank you!
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