Friday, January 04, 2008

This Is What Happens When You Let Your Two-Year-Old Name His Baby Brother

At dinner, Q was talking about Swimmy. SwingDaddy asks him, "What should we name the baby, your little brother?"

Q thinks about it a moment. "Baby Einstein."

Then he asks to see the baby. I pat my tummy and say, "He's in here." Q comes over, tries unsuccessfully to lift my shirt, since it's tucked in, and then climbs into my lap.

"I want to see the baby! Where's the baby?" He plunges his arm down the neck of my shirt, searching. Dude! By this point, I'm laughing too hard to answer, but I think to myself that it's a good thing he has a decade and a half to learn better technique for getting inside a gal's clothes.

5 comments:

Damsel said...

LOL!! My son's name came about because I used that name for each of my three younger siblings while my mom was expecting them. When my turn came, it was only natural that I use it for him! :)

P.S. I'm totally impressed that you tucked in your shirt while pg.

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alyndabear said...

That is too cute, haha! I wonder how many Baby Einsten's there are floating around...

Mayberry said...

If only it were so easy to give him a peek at the little guy -- or to get him out!

kittenpie said...

Ha! Well, it's original... And there won't be any others on the block or in his class... buuuut, maybe not.

pumpkinpie used to try to rummage around in my top once in a while, too, and I'd be like, "What exactly are you looking for in there? Your car keys?"