Any time that Kale gets a little too rough around my belly, I remind him to be careful. Then I ask him if he remembers why he has to be careful. He always answers with "because there is a baby in your belly."
He gets it, well, kind of anyway.
This morning, as he cuddled up next to me in our bed, he started to put his feet on my legs. We have slept like that since he was oh...a newborn. All of a sudden in his 6am slumber, he asks "mommy, is there a baby in your legs?"
I tried not to giggle. I answered that there was not a baby in my legs. He said ok and snuggled a little closer...both feet resting gently on my legs.