A few cycles ago, Little K and I were cuddling when she accidentally kicked my stomach. As I groaned in pain, Little K apologized and asked me, “Momma, why is your tummy sore?”
I answered her, “I’m making eggs for another Mommy.”
“Why does she need your eggs?”
“To make a baby.”
“What happened to her eggs?”
“I don’t know. But she needs eggs to make a baby, so I’m sharing with her.”
“Oh. (pause) You should stop sharing your eggs.”
“Why?”
“Because your tummy is getting fat.”
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