Mommy, where do conversations come from??

So the birthday boy has begun to feel better. When Ike and I replayed everything he's eaten this week, suddenly his sickness this morning began to make sense... We vetoed his lunch suggestion (McDonalds) in favor of something a little more healthy (K&W).

After his recovery and lunch, we headed out to the park to ride his new bike and to Toys R Us to spend a gift certificate. On the way home, this is what Jake said...

"Mom, when I was in your tummy, did you spew food all over me when you ate?"

"Uhh...what?"

Ike then explained that babies don't actually grow in their mommies' tummies, they grow in the uterus (see, I would've just said, "No, honey, I didn't spew food on you because I used my napkin," or something).

Jake apparently likes the word "uterus." Because he decided he'd become a uterus. He put his arms up over his head (I suppose to make himself the shape of a uterus) and started singing a new song called, "I'm A Uterus."

Here's how the song goes:
"I'm a uterus!
I'm a uterus!
I am a uterus!
I'm a uterus!"

The things you never think you'll hear your child say...