One of the teachers at the boys' daycare is pregnant. She's youngish and very tiny; prior to getting pregnant, she looked like she could have been a student at the Baptist school, which only goes up to eighth grade. She's one of our favorite teachers and a sometime babysitter for us, too. For whatever reason, I thought of her tonight at dinner and asked The Boy if she was still at school. (She's in the baby rooms, so I don't see her every day.)
He told me yes, and I said I was just wondering if she'd had her baby yet.
"You know she's going to have a baby, right? She's having a little boy."
"Yeah. But now she's got a watermelon in there."
Miss L does, indeed, look like she's swallowed a watermelon.
"It certainly looks like that. But it's really a baby. She's going to have a baby soon."
"And a watermelon. ... She swallowed a watermelon seed and now it's growing in her belly. That's what she told us."
I lost it, giggling at the table. The husband laughed, too.
"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? She's got a watermelon in there."
I'd like to say we patiently told him the age-appropriate version of the truth until he believed us. But there was no dissuading him from the fact that Miss L is growing a watermelon in her belly. Nothing. The thing should be out in time for summer picnics. Smart girl.