Toby goes to bed at 7:30ish each night, but he has a habit of calling out at about 9 p.m… “Mom. I have sometin to tell you.”

I go up to his room and sit on the edge of the bed, and he grabs my cheeks, pulls my head down to inches in front of his face, and whispers something COMPLETELY random. Example… “Mom, we haven’t used my stroller in a really long time.”

He’s the type that hears a fact and rolls it around silently in his head for days on end, then spits back out some question that’s obviously been stewing for quite some.

One of our cutest exchanges recently was this morning, when he asked me, “Mom, I was in your belly?” When I said yes he thought for a minute and then said, “But why did you eat me?”

My desperately thought of a reply and came up with “You were actually like a seed that grew in me.” Thankfully, he changed the subject and we carried on.

But it occurred to me today that I could very well face some interesting questions at 9 p.m. in the coming days. I’d be willing to bet I might hear something along the lines of: “If I was in your belly, how did I get out? Did you poop me out?”

I can’t wait.