Eden- Hey guys, know what?...My mom's belly doesn't work. She can't get a baby in there.
Andrew-Well, my mom's works. She has a baby in her tummy right now.
Eden- A man is coming to our house and he is going to get us a baby. (caseworker-home visit)
Brayden- Well, my baby beats me up all the time. He crawls on me and hits me in the tummy.
Andrew- My baby brother tackles me all the time. (His "baby" brother is three years old.)
Jack- Yeah, well, my baby bites me like this...she opens her mouth really big and bites my arm. And she pushes me down.
Eden doesn't say a word. She just sits there looking a little bit deflated. The conversation then quickly turns to being scared of bears and looking for deer and wild turkeys. I love this age, and conversations like these are the reason I went into early childhood. Before I know it I will have to listen to conversations about Miley Cyrus and bad pictures. Can't they just stay five forever!