Tonight at dinner, Baylor and I had this exchange:
b: Mommy, I'm getting cold.*
N: Well, eat some more of your dinner, and you'll start to warm up when your belly starts working.
b: Mommy, that's silly! My belly can't work ... it doesn't have hands!
So cute!
*He was getting cold because he wasn't wearing any pants. Because that's apparently how we roll in our house now ... pantsless dinner.
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