Declan snuggled his head up against my stomach last night.
“I used to live in here, I used to live in your belly,” he told me.
“That’s true,” I replied. “You were so tiny, and then you grew and grew until you were just too big to live in there anymore. ”
He hugged my midsection again, then put his hand on it, a bit of realization striking his face. Then he asked a question.
“What else can you make in your belly?”