Paul adamantly denies his existence as a baby. It is an on-going debate. Last night we were having this conversation again and I asked Paul to explain where he came from.
“I fell out.”
“You fell out from where?”
“Fell out of the ball.”
“What ball?”
“The ball in your tummy.”
Apparently it is perfectly acceptable to give birth to a ball but not to a baby. My “ball” turns five on Friday.
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sounds like he thinks he’s an alien.
Cute. Thanks for sharing.
That is just too cute! Happy Birthday to your ball haha
tee hee… my four year old burst into tears the other day when I showed him some of our wedding pictures. Why? Because I didn’t LET him be there. I TRIED to explain that he wasn’t even born yet but that did NOT make it better.
The nerve of me eh?