Here comes me

Last night we went to my parents' house for dinner. My mother is such an amazing cook. She learned from my grandmother who was also an amazing cook. Mom made a carrot parsnip ginger soup that was restaurant quality, and Dawson retold the story of his birth.

"FIRST," he yelled, as he always does, "I LIVED IN YOUR TUMMY FOR THIRTY NINE YEARS."
"That's how it felt," I said.
"AND THEN YOUR BELLY BUTTON EXPLODED AND I SAID, HERE COMES ME!! THEN WHEN I WAS OUTSIDE YOUR BELLY BUTTON WENT BACK IN AND NOW IT'S LITTLE AGAIN."

"Okay," I said. "Let me get this straight. First you lived in my tummy..."
"Oh Mommy," Dawson interrupted me. "Let's just not talk about it ever again."

Fine. But just for the record, thirty nine years is a very long time.