The Munch often tells me that she has a baby in her tummy.  She has been around a few of my pregnant friends, so I think it is sweet that she is identifying with them.  It is also pretty cute that she fantasizes about being a mother.  But this baby provides a whole host of excuses of why or why not she can do something…

Munch: No Mamma I can’t eat those green beans because there is a baby in my tummy and they will get all over her head!

Toni: Munch, the baby is in your uterus.  Which is lower, and not where the food goes.

Munch: No Mamma I can’t take a bath because then the baby in my tummy will get all wet and she doesn’t like that!

Toni: Dude, she is already wet because she is floating around in your amniotic fluids.

Munch: No Mamma it is not time to go to bed because the baby in my tummy isn’t tired. She is moving around and wiggling. Do you want to feel?

Toni: Actually, yeah I do.

The other day in the car The Munch was telling me a narrative about the baby in her tummy, and I kind of think it is the best thing ever.

Munch: There are two babies in my tummy now Mamma.  One is named Suzy, and the other is named Acacock.

Toni: Suzy and Acacock? Wow, those are beautiful names?

Munch: I know.  When they get out of my tummy they are going to grow up sooooo fast.  Acacock is going to get on a little girl plane, and fly far far away to Africa.  And she won’t come back, and she won’t see me, and I will be really sad. Suzy is going to go to California.  And she is going to have sooooo many friends.  But she won’t let me visit her. And that is not very nice.  Suzy and Acacock will get really really big, and they won’t need me anymore.  I did soooo much for them, but then they came out of my tummy and they went away.  They won’t need their bottles, or their paci-s, or the diapers.  And I will say, “no don’t go away, stay with me forever.”  But they won’t listen.

Yup. That pretty much sums up motherhood.

(Here is The Munch potty training Minnie…)