Shawna overheard Lex and Gentry talking the other day about babies. Lex had corralled him into playing Daddy to her twins; he's amiable enough about it, as she's just as willing to jump in and be his ringside manager or his opponent--depending on his mood--when he pulls on the boxing gloves that I bought him, and turns into the defending Lightweight Champion of the World!
Lex is a little like her dad; she knows it all, and what she doesn't know, she makes up. Gentry gets a little tired of it sometimes and he'll pipe up and silence her momentarily when she pops off in that smug, superior "I'm a first-grader; you don't even GO to school" way.
But it was still a surprise when, during their baby discussion, Lex asked Gentry if he remembered being in Mommy's tummy.
"Yep," he said.
"You do?"
"Yes," he reiterated, a little exasperated, "I do."
"Well, what's it like," she questioned him.
"Well," he started, "it's WEALLY dawk in thewe. And thewe's LOTS and LOTS of bones."
Lex looked at him for a moment, a little skeptical.
"Is that true?" she asked.
"Yes, Lex. It is. That's what it's like."
"Well, what did you eat?"
Without a pause, he said, "I just ate some of evewything Mommy ate!"
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