Tonight after dinner William
and I were sitting on the couch together and he put his hand on my belly
hoping to feel baby Cinco move. Sure enough, after a little prodding he
got a little nudge and said, “Oh good... that means the baby isn’t
dying.”
Ahh... sometimes I wish he never knew
at all so that his little mind didn’t have to resort to that kind of
thinking. How many 5 year olds make those kinds of remarks to their
pregnant mommy?
On the other hand I love that he makes
those remarks and that he cares to ask questions and that he remembers
the little sister her never got a chance to meet.
