Couple of weeks ago, I attended a friend’s baby shower. I took Savanna with me to the shower. I tried to explain to her that’s a party, but she kept asking me why we are watching a baby getting a shower.
After the baby shower, she seemed quite satisfied to learn that when a woman is expecting a baby, she gets a party with great food, balloons, and gifts. In the car, on our way home, she said, “Mommy, I want a baby shower.”
I said, “Savanna, when you are pregnant, Mommy will throw you a shower.”
Savanna said, “What are you going to throw at me?”
I said, “I’m not going to throw anything AT you. I’m just going to throw you a party, as in, organize a party for you. But anyway, it’s way too soon to talk about this now. We’ll wait till you are having a baby.”
This morning, Savanna announced at breakfast, “Mommy, I’m going to have babies.”
Being still sleepy and not completely with it, I said, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
She said, “So you can throw a party at me.”