This one time...

One time, while I was working in the kitchen, sister said "Ye tap dap." I looked over at her and replied "Ye tap dap."

She paused. She thought. She frowned. Then she began to cry her tiny heart out! Poor baby. I was only agreeing with her, but apparently I should not have.

Another time, I was laying on the couch under a blanket. Sam walked up. "There's room here," he said softly, patting a spot in front of my tummy. "There's room for a kid to lay." 

Heart pangs.

Then there was the monologue the other day while I was driving.

"Sister nurses from your boobies," he said. "She sure does nurse from your boobies. I have boobies. But my boobies are little. Yours are so biiiiiiiig. Your boobies are SOO BIG! Does daddy have boobies?"

I'm thankful he couldn't see my face, because it was contorted with strangled laughter.