“when I was a baby, in your tummy…”
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.
