Fat Phat Mommy

Each night, Gorbulas and Fastoph sit on either side of me on the couch and snuggle as they fall asleep. It is actually incredibly uncomfortable, but the pay off I get for the double cuddles is well worth it. Last night as Fastolph was sitting there, he patted my tummy.
Fastolph:Mom, you’re getting fat.
Me: Do you know why I am getting fat?
Fastolph:Yeah! Because you eat too much!
Me:No, there’s a baby in thee. That’s your little brother or sister.
Fastolph: You ate a baby?!? I would never eat a baby. It’s yucky in there.
I decided that was enough of a birds and the bees conversation for one day.

8 comments

  1. Just when you think you know someone, they go and eat a baby. How could you commit such a terrible act?

  2. no kidding, that’s why we always use the word “womb” when referring to baby’s abode! i had a young cousin who for years thought babies were made when ladies swallowed watermelon seeds.

  3. I love Fastolph stories. To heck with a blog, Pansy, you should write a book full of his little sayings.
    I love how his little brain works.

  4. Correction, sister person: Babies, venison and nut-brown ale (whatever that may be)!

  5. Last time I was pregnant my 4 yr. old asked me “When’s that thing was gonna hatch?”

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