Wyatt strikes again.  I told Wyatt I don't know what the baby in the belly's name is. (don't know the gender)  "Almendarez", He said, "Let me see."  He lifted my night gown and whispered into my belly-button, "You stay there baby, the doctor will get you out."
He's almost three.  I told him earlier that the doctor will get the baby out of my belly, but he figured out on his own that baby's name will be the same as ours.
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Youth lives by personality, age lives by calculation. -- Aristotle on a calendar