Woob has a baby in his belly. Or so he says. There have been babies absolutely in everyone’s bellies around here lately, so why not his too?
Ah those dreaded conversations about where babies come from made all the more complicated by adoption: “Yes, Ms. Alice had a baby in her tummy and now is home taking care of her baby. Cousin J. has a baby in her belly and will take that baby home and we’ll play with him. No, little boys don’t get babies in their bellies. No, Mommy doesn’t have a baby in her belly. Oh, Mama N.? Yes she has a baby in her belly. Baby J. was in her belly, too, and so were you, once.”
And from there it gets a little harder to explain.
Keep it simple, keep it simple. Breathe. Keep it simple.