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.
Youth lives by personality, age lives by calculation. -- Aristotle on a calendar