“Who’s Your Favoite Baby?”

My mother-in-law started a running inside joke, where she claims you are her favorite “overly specific qualifier that only you fit in, so of course you’re her favorite.” It’s run over into our family. Tom is my favorite four year old. My favorite lady is of course Becky, to my wife’s chagrin.

While sitting at breakfast, alone with Huck, I told him he was my favorite 3 year old. He wanted to play along, and told me I was his favorite Daddy. Tom was his favorite brother.

I lobbed him the softball “Who’s your favorite baby?” I figured the only answer, and the correct answer was of course his sister.

“The baby in my belly?”

“Uh…Ohhhh K.” I paused, and held back a chuckle. “How did you get a baby in your belly?”

“The doctor had a baby. He put it in mine belly. It’s called BooBooCaCa.”

“Well that’s quite a name. And when is the baby going to come out?”

“Proooobably Tuesday, or Saturday. Maybe Christmas!”

“You aren’t showing.”

“I cover it with mine oatmeal. And milk.”

“That’s quite the diet little man.”