Zoey: “Mommy, can I pat your squishy belly?”
(starts doing so without waiting for me to answer).
“Is there a baby in there?”
Me: “No. There is not a baby in there. Our baby is over there.” (pointing to Eleanor, who is currently trying to eat my slippers).
Zoey: “Your belly is squishy. And big. There’s a baby in there.”
Me: “There is not a baby in there.”
Zoey: “Yeah, it’s a baby.”
Me: “Here Zoey, you can have the rest of my cookie.”
Why do I feel like I was set up?