The Rumor Mill

I'm conversing with William while he plays in the bathtub.

"How much do you think you weigh?" I ask, spying the bathroom scale.

"Umm...THREE pounds!"

"Three pounds?! You weighed more than that when you were born."

"But Lucy's a baby." (His conversations often tangent into something that doesn't really make sense.)

"Yes, but she's getting bigger. She's almost going to be one year."

"Maybe you can have another baby in your tummy."

"Maybe. Would you like that?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think you would like a baby sister or a baby brother?"

"Umm, a brother!"

"Yes, that would be fun."

I get William out of the tub and put on his pajamas. I send him downstairs and finish putting clean sheets on his bed after he had an accident during nap.

I hear William downstairs start to talk to Brian who is cleaning up the kitchen from dinner.

"Mommy has a baby in her tummy!"

"What?"

"Mommy has a baby in her tummy!"

Silence.

I smile. I know what's coming next.

Footsteps up the stairs.

Brian to me: "Ummmmm....what?!"

"Really?" I say, "You're believing a three-year-old?"

"Well I thought this might be your cute idea of telling me something."

"No, Brian."

He walks away. Probably a little disappointed.

And that's how we play that old telephone game in our house.