Evan has been doing some things lately that he hadn’t done before. When we’re lying in bed with his books, he lifts up my shirt to expose my belly, and then pretends to give it kisses or Buddha bellies. It results in a belly covered in drool, but it’s still cute as hell. And he doesn’t do that with DH’s belly. No, that’s belly bongo, he bangs on it. My belly gets kisses.
I think he knows someone is in there…
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