Went to a friend's bbq last night and had a most entertaining conversation with her three year old, Tom. It went like this:
Tom: You are _very_ fat.
Me: That's because I'm about to have a baby.
Tom: How many babies?
Me: Just one.
Tom: Are you sure?
Tom: Is it dead? [Tom's mother mouthing 'Sorry']
Me: No, I can feel it moving.
Tom: How will it come out?
Me: Through my vagina.
Tom: Can I have a look? [Tom's mother puts head in hands]
Me: Not right now, because the baby isn't coming out yet.
Tom: Ok. Would you like my sausage? [Holding out pre-munched sausage sandwich]