When Z and I arrived at daycare this morning, I talked with Adriana about her pregnancy (she's due around Xmas) and we reminded Z that her Adriana has a new baby in her tummy. Z told "Ajana" to "pull shirt up," so she could inspect/pat her stomach.
Then, Z pulled up her own shirt and said, "I've got a baby in 'ere. A baby!"
"Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked.
"It's...It's a baby!" she replied, rubbing her tiny toddler potbelly.
