This morning as I was writing an email my granddaughter came in to the room with a bit of a stricken look on her face. I could tell something was not right. She was holding her stomach.
S: Grammie, I must have grown up
Me: Why honey:
S: I think there is a baby in my belly
Me: What makes you think that?
S: I can hear it. I must have grown up and got a baby growing inside.
Me: What does it sound like? (All the while trying to keep from cracking a laugh)
S: Like it is drinking something
Me: You mean like a gurgling?
S: Yes, it is a baby in there drinking my insides, come out here and listen.
We walked to the living room where she took her drink and swallowed.
S: It is not doing it now.
Me: Explains about the drink going down and gurgling to the stomach and intestines etc. And explaining she is too young to have a baby and needs to grow up and get married first.
Shew… Hopefully we will not hear about a baby in her belly again for many years to come.