Baby

People often ask me whether Sawyer understands that I'm having a baby. For the last 7 months, the answer has been, no, he doesn't have the foggiest idea what a baby is or, for that matter, what a belly is. He certainly doesn't grasp the concept that there is a baby in my belly.
But, to my utter astonishment, Sawyer picked up my shirt the other day, pointed to my stomach and said, "baby."
I was so glad he didn't say, "too many donuts."