J: Okay. Pretend it’s my birthday. Just pretend.
J: Then the next day, I don’t know what happens. But the next day after that, is the baby!
Us: Right! That will be fun.
(We decided not to explain how due dates are actually poorly educated guesses.)
(And for the record, this is why I hope I go a few days late. Although J seems to think having a baby on his birthday would be super-cool.)
(After I wrote this, Mr. French said he hoped the baby came in May or July, so it has it’s own month. I can assure you, if I have anything to do with it, that ain’t happenin’.)