My two year old "niece" asked me the other day,
"any news on your baby?" (Someone in her family is adopting from Guatemala and I guess she's heard adults talk about "baby news" a lot lately.)
"No, sweetie, I don't have a baby," I explain, with broken glass in my throat.
"My mommy has three babies. I'm two years old and my big sister is five years old and my new baby is no years old. That's three babies."
"Yes, I know, your mommy is very lucky to have you."
"My new baby is very little so you have to be careful. I have ice cream pajamas and I'm a princess with my Cinderella. You are coming to visit us soon and you send us presents in the mail. Are you bringing your kitties and your baby?"
I love talking to the girls, but sometimes they break my heart a little.