Cat’s out of the proverbial bag

Ane knows about the baby.

After dinner last night, Tad was doing one of his favorite things – headbutting me in the gut. While fending off the boy with the steel skull and trying to direct him toward his father, I said, exasperated, “Tad, you have GOT to stop doing this!”

Without even breaking her stride from finishing up her dinner, Ane piped up, “Because you’re going to have a baby.”

The Webmaster and I both stared at her. She smiled and said, “I really want you to have a baby, Mommy. And I want it to be a girl.”

So, after she finally finished her dinner, I sat down with her and told her. What was funny is that she honestly didn’t know that I was pregnant. But she had heard so much “baby” talk that it just popped out of her mouth.

We also talked about the fact that even though she REALLY wants a little sister, we don’t get to decide. “God already decided for us,” I told her. “And if you get another little brother, I don’t want you to get upset about it.”

She nodded thoughtfully, then asked, “When the baby is born, can her name be Carrie?”

“What, not Laura?” I asked, surprised.

“No, Laura’s already been born. She and Mary are my imaginary friends. Can we call the baby Carrie?”

“Why don’t we wait to find out what the baby is first before we decide on a name, okay?”

She shrugged. “Okay.”

If this baby is a boy, I think God is going to get an earful from a certain little girl.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 14th, 2008 at 12:05 am and is filed under Children.
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