Pregnancy

Apparently the fact that I couldn't make a baby even if I ate oysters until the cows came home has rendered my child confused.

This morning she walked into our bathroom with bulging underpants. She had stuffed Jasmine and Aladdin down there and told me that she had babies in her panties that were being born. Brilliant children that they were, they came out and said, "Thank you Mommy for having us be your babies. Wah, wah, wah."

Actually, as I type, I'm realizing this is far more accurate than sticking them under her shirt. What is Dora teaching our children these days?!?

Don't worry, I am now off to find the bleach.