#77 Not Our Baby

While seven-months-along I was one night tending a baby boy around one year old. Our girls were loving having a baby in the house and bursting with excitement by the time Russ got home from work. He walked through the door, began playing with baby boy, and Taylor became very serious.

"Daddy," she said very seriously. "Daddy," another long serious pause. "Daddy. This is not the baby in mommy's tummy. He's not ours. He is a different baby boy. Mommy still has a baby in her tummy." Her look and tone were so solemn Russ could only respond with a feigned serious, "Oh. He's not ours? Ok. Thank you Taylor." Her duty done, she now resumed squealing and smiling over the little baby boy. 

That could have been a terrible misunderstanding. Thanks Tay :)