Lately that’s what I’ve been hearing from Elijah, “when I was a baby, in your tummy…” followed by some wild idea.

Today, I can thank SpongeBob for this.  Elijah walked up to me out of the blue and told me that he went into my nose and was in my tummy in a submarine.  He insists this is true, much like insisting that he was born “in a nativity scene.”

A few weeks ago, he was all concerned that he’d gotten into my tummy because I had swallowed him.  It took me two days to convince him that wasn’t how it happened.

Is it me, or does 4 seem a bit too young to be thinking about this?  I know that he won’t understand how babies are really made right now (and I don’t intend to explain it to him), but I think it’s my duty to make sure he doesn’t believe that I swallowed him, for Pete’s sake.  (He was also, for some reason, really concerned that I was going to do it to him again!)  He also never asks how the babies get out of the mommy’s tummies… thank goodness.

So I’m thinking I need two things the next time this comes up.  An actual pregnant woman to show him and some photos of unborn babies.  Yeah.  Rock on.

Crazy kid.