Princess, Little Guy, and I were cleaning Little Guy's bedroom. Princess started looking at the walls in his room. Here is our conversation:
Princess: Mommy, when Little Guy was in your belly, you and daddy painted Little Guy's room.
Me: That's right! Do you remember that?
Little Guy: I don't want to go in your belly. I will cry.
Me: I don't want you in my belly.
Me: Because I will cry. Little Guy is a lot bigger now and it would really hurt me if he was in my belly....and I would miss kissing and hugging, playing, tickling, and talking to him.