Today when we were driving home from Grandma’s, I actively started talking to Carter about there being a baby in my belly. When we were putting him down to bed for the night, I reminded him of this conversation.
He looked at Jeremy, looked at me, and then walked over and tried to pull my shirt up to look at my belly while I was sitting on the floor. We kept trying to explain that the baby was IN my belly. After registering what we said, he bent over to get a better look by trying to see up my bellybutton.
Jeremy and I did everything we could to not crack up. And even funnier is that it actually makes sense if he wanted to see IN my belly!