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Conversations with Felix

6:30am

Felix, to the cat: Melon, get off my mama.
Me: She was my first baby, sweetie.
Felix: And then you got Bailey?
Me: Yes.
Felix: And then you got Elliot? And me?
Me: Well, I made you guys.
Felix: You made me? Like a puzzle?
Me: No, I grew you, in a special place in my tummy.
Felix: You GREW me?
Me: Yes. Daddy planted a seed and I grew you. My belly got big and fat!
Felix: Awwwwww, I want to be a baby again. I want to be small and one.
Me: How come? You're my big boy and I love you!
Felix: I love you too, mama.

A few second later:
Felix: What's your name, mama?
Me: Mama
Felix. Noooo. What's your real name?
Me: Aimee.
Felix: Aimee. Ok. And what's daddy's name?
Me: Jay.
Felix: Aimee and Jay. Aimee and Jay. Aimee and Jay.

Oh boy! Let's hope he forgets this one, soon. I have a vivid memory of finding out my dad's name when I was around Felix's age. Mom had asked me to go down to the barn to get him for supper, so  I marched down there bellowing, "GILBERT!!!!" every few feet until he finally screamed back, "WHAT?????!"

Good times.

Hiding in the coatroom at the museum.