Pregnant and ...

So, a few nights ago Connor and I were at the store. I just wanted to get in and get out. Connor was intent on "bombing" and "grenading" everything in sight, up and down the aisle. So, after a bit, I looked at him and said, "Connor, Mommy is _____?"

He usually says, "tired," to which I then reply, "and ______?" And he says, "cranky." This is my way of reminding him to tone it down.

Well, this time he said, "pregnant." So, I said, "Yeah, but what else?" Without missing a beat he said, "fat."


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Then, along those lines, the very next day he told me I could be Santa Claus this year, if I only had a hat and beard.