
Yesterday was Geordie's fourth birthday. We couldn't believe it. He was very excited, and then he started talking about being five...
I was talking to him about each birthday and what he could do, which led to where he was before he was a baby...
Me: "you were in my tummy."
Geordie: *in awe* "you eat me?!?!?!"
Me: *while trying not to laugh too hard* "no..." didn't get a chance to say anything else.
Geordie: "I crawled in there?!?!?!? Who's tummy were you in?"
Me: "Nana's, and Daddy was in Grannie's"
Geordie: "Who's tummy was Nana in? Grandad's?"
Me: "No, Nana was in Nanny's"
Geordie: "Who's tummy was Grannie in?"
Me: "Grannie Hamilton's, who was Grannie's Mummy."
...then Geordie was bored of that subject.
photo above; Geordie, 10 minutes old.