This morning, Timothy and Alaina were in bed with mom, who was exhausted after helping Jeremy with a science fair project until 1am.
We talked about how they're growing up too fast, and I need to get all the hugs and kisses I can before he gets too old and doesn't like them any more. Timothy said "Don't worry, we have a new baby coming right here." and he pointed to Becky's tummy.
Then, very quietly, Timothy leaned in and whispered in my ear: "Do you know why we're having a baby?"
"No, we don't Timothy, why?"
He then whispers so quietly I can barely hear when he leans in: "Because, you're not allergic to it!"
[Becky has said the cat can't come in the house because she's allergic to the cat, but she hasn't said anything about that for weeks.]