The night before the digestive eruptions started:
Sass: "Mom, I have thpiderth in my tummy." *looks at me like an abused Precious Moments figurine*
Me: "What are the spiders doing?"
Sass: "thpinning webth." *moans and clutches his tummy*
Me: *Lightbulb!* "Are they doing this?" *wiggle my fingers like skittering spider legs*
Sass: "Uh huh." *practically oozing abject misery*
Me: "Oh honey, your tummy is all gurgley and upset...."
In the car last night:
Sass: *random rambling conversation with himself involving monsters, what's for dinner, and other people's yards*
Me: "Honey, how many people do you have living in your head?"
Me: "Sounds about right."
Sass: "A lot, Mom. A LOT, a lot..."
This one just about broke my heart.
We had just seen one of those commercials for the nanny/baby-sitting/pet-sitting websites:
Sass: "We would need a DOG sitter, Mommy. Because we have dogs." *triumphant grin*
Me: "That's right. But no cat sitter?"
Sass: "We had a cat Mommy!"
Me: "We did. Do you remember Cephalie? Do you remember what color she was?" *Ceph was 2 months shy of 18 when she passed last year. She was was born on my bedroom floor right before my very eyes when I was 16. She was the most difficult, persnickety, and beloved cat to ever walk this earth. I miss her terribly. She is buried at our old house next to her brother who died 16 years before.*
Sass: "She was black and white."
Me: "That's right! It's nice that you remember her."
Sass: *eyes wide* "Oh no! We left her at the old houth!"
Me: *physical heart pain* "Oh honey, she... she died. We had to bury her there, but she is with her brother so I think she is happy."
Sass: *looks at me like he isn't quite happy with my answer* "Okay Mommy."
Upon being told he was going to get another sibling:
Sass: *looks hard at my tummy and lifts my shirt* "Where ith it, Mom? I can't thee it!"
Me: "Well, it's growing in my tummy so you won't be able to see it for a while. You will see my tummy grow though, just like with sissy."
Sass: *lays on the floor and tries to look up my nightgown*
Me: "Good try, honey. But that won't work either. And don't look up people skirts..."
The next morning:
Sass: *pointing at my stomach* "Where's the black thpot, Mom? Is it out?"
Me: *I had showed him his ultrasound photo a few days before and so now he thinks all babies look like "black spots" when they are on the inside* "Oh honey, you are going to have to wait longer than that..."