Dear Sava,

"Babies come from tummies, look," you said. You then stood up and slapped your little palms on your distended belly. "Baby in there!" 

"You have a baby in your stomach?" I asked. 

"Yeah! In there. Baby hiding." 

"Oh, there is a baby hiding in your stomach?" 

"Yeah! Baby sleeping now," you said in a very quiet voice so as not to wake it. 

Love, 

Daddy