Yesterday, Danny was playing with some letter stickers. He has had this major obsession with stickers lately and has basically gone through almost my entire stash of scrapbooking stickers. He loves peeling them off and sticking them on paper; it seems a waste, since we typically end up tossing all the pages he has decorated, but it keeps him happy and we are all snowbound right now so my peace of mind is worth it.
OK, so Danny stuck a bunch of letter stickers on a paper and said that it was a letter for me. I asked him, "What does it say? Does it say 'my mommy is the best mommy in the whole world'"? (A girl can hope, right?)
Danny got the hugest, most diabolical grin on his face and said (quite loudly), "No. It says, 'my mommy is the biggest belly in the whole world!'"
Apparently he has noticed my burgeoning stomach. I don't know how he could have missed it, actually, for all the times I have knocked him in the head with it. I know he was exaggerating, but he isn't too far off the mark. I am sure there is someone in the world with a stomach larger than my own, but I cannot think of anyone off the top of my head. I have even surpassed my father's beer belly. No small feat, let me tell you!