Yesterday morning Sylvia was walking around with her baby doll under her shirt. I talked to her about how she used to be in my "belly" and how she was my baby, you know, all that good stuff.
That evening when Piers came home I went out to run errands. When I got back Piers told me that there had been a very, ummm, "interesting" diaper change. Syl was standing at the top of the stairs holding her little belly. I said, "Oh Syl, does your tum hurt?".
She said, "Yup," held her tummy and grimaced knowingly and said, "Baby".