Me: "You boys all really need new sneakers! Baby, you have a brand new pair of Under Armours from Christmas! Why don't you start wearing those instead of your ratty basketball sneakers?"
Baby: "Nah. I'm really more of a high-top guy."
Scene: Walmart checkout line.
Baby (totally out of the blue): "So how does a baby get IN your belly anyway? Like, do you WISH for it to get in there, and then it just does?? Did you wish to have 3 boys and then you got us, Mom?"
Me: "Yes. That's EXACTLY how it happened. Hey, want some candy?"
Baby: "So after you die, do you get back awake?"
Me (not sure where this is going...): "Nooooo..."
Baby: "Yes you do! Because there's houses in heaven, Mom!"
Me: "Okaaay then."
Scene: Upstairs bathroom. Hubby was getting ready to take off the bandages from his shoulder surgery and I was helping him. Hence, he was shirtless.
Baby (totally underfoot and examining Hubby closely): "Wow Dad! Your belly button! I can't even see the end of it! I could have a SLEEPOVER in your belly button!
(And then we died laughing.)
(Where, oh where, does he come up with this stuff?! It's neverending!)
Public service message: Do not, I repeat, do NOT Google image search belly buttons. Especially after eating. You'll thank me.