"Momma, that girl is wearing a dress with no tights under it.
(As I look, I see a lady in her young 30's who is clearly pregnant. She's wearing a long maternity shirt with pants--not tights--underneath.)
"Hon, that's not a dress. That's a shirt you wear when you have a baby in your tummy. She's pregnant, see?"
"Oh. Do you have a baby in your tummy?"
(Thanks for that..but, uh, no.)
"No. I don't. Why? Do you want me to have a baby in my tummy?"
(I assumed she would say no...being that we have babies, in many shapes and sizes, all over our house already.)
"Well, honey, we're done having babies."
"But I want to have THREE babies."
"We do have three babies...Luke, Norah and Hazel."
"NahAaa, Luke is not a baby. And Norah and Hazel are getting to be big girls."
What did I tell you? I'm not the only one noticing the "growing up" that's going on around here. And, I must not be the only one going through a "thing."
*No we didn't order our groceries online and were on our way to pick them up. We were on our second.trip.to.the.store because I forgot my wallet in the office and noticed riiiight about when I should have been handing over my card during checkout. Shoot.