You Don't Remember??

Little W., a spunky eight-year-old with wide blue eyes and a blond haircut that matches mine (a fact which she hasn't failed to notice), was bouncing in her seat tonight as I sat down for handbook time.

With a conspiratorial grin, she said in a sing-song voice, "It's almost March thirty-fi-irst!"

Smiling back, I asked, "What happens on March 31st?"

At that, her grin faltered and her eyes got round.With a hint of incredulity in her voice, she asked, "You don't remember?!?"

"I guess not. Tell me!"

Looking around to be sure she wasn't overheard, she leaned forward and whispered, "Aren't you getting a baby?"

At which point, I remembered that Jonathan is good friends with her daddy and the two of them had lunch a few weeks back, so it makes sense that she has heard we're expecting a new addition to our family in the near future. I reassured her that yes, we should be getting a baby very soon, and we're very excited about it.

At that, she perked back up again, grinning at me from ear to ear and peppering me with questions. ("Is it a boy or a girl?" "How old is her mommy?" "Will you bring her here to AWANA?") Babies (and even the news of babies!) seem to have that effect on most little girls. She was quite excited that I may soon become a mom.

Though I'm sure she must think me a questionable choice for motherhood, since apparently I don't even remember it's happening.