Sorry, baby

This morning I was pushing my stomach in, trying to envision it flat again. The boy rolled over in bed and said, "Hey. Be careful! There's a baby in there."

"The baby's not up here, it's down there," I said.

"But maybe when you push up there, it makes other stuff push down there."

"Well maybe the baby's pushing me, so I'm going to push it back."

"But it's little, and you're big, and you need to be nice to it."

God, he's going to be a great dad.