Ethan: Oh my goodness! You smell beautiful! Your perfume is beautiful!
Me: Why thank you Ethan.
Ethan: Wait, come back here.
He pulls me back down again and nestles his face in my neck. Another deep whiff...
Ethan: I love your smells mom. You smell beautiful.
I touch his cheek with my hand...
Ethan: MOM! Your hand is so soft!
Okay this is kinda getting weird.
Me: Well, I put on some lotion before I came in... maybe it's that.
Ethan: It's so soft.
Next thing I know, Ethan is poking his finger at my belly button area.
Ethan: Is it my fault that you are squishy and soft here?
Okay - so I need to explain where that came from. A while back Ethan noticed my squishy belly. He found it funny and probably a little odd.
Ethan: Why are you so squishy mom? Dad isn't as squishy as you!
Me: I'm squishy because of you and your brothers. Each time I had another baby, my belly stretched out more...
Ethan: So I made you the most squishy?
Apparently that bothered him because at bedtime last night...
Ethan: I'm sorry I made you squishy mom.
Mom: Oh my gosh, I don't want you to be sorry sweet face!
Me: I like my squishy belly. It reminds me of when you and your brothers were in my tummy and how happy I was to have each of you!
Ethan: So you aren't mad I made you squishy?
Me: No. Never. I would be sad if it wasn't squishy.
Ethan: Thank you mom. I love you.