So, here's a little conversation Guthrie and I had tonight:
We're in the computer room before going to fold a massive amount of laundry and Gus picks a picture of my college graduation up.
"Mommy, who that?"
"That's mom's friend, your Aunt Kathy."
"You know Kathy - the one who got you your blue owl shirt?" (note: it's important to differentiate between owl shirts. the blue one, the brown one, the pink one, none to confused with the purple owl pajamas. girl's got a thing for owls)
"Oh, yes. Mommy friend Kathy."
"And this Mommy?"
"Yep, that's Mom."
*silence for awhile*
"Well, it was 2001, so you weren't born for a long time yet."
*eyes fill with tears and eyebrows get very pointy. the more pointy the eyebrows the more concerned.*
"Honey, it's ok."
And with utter confidence:
"No, Guthrie in Mommy's tummy here."
Apparently I gestate for years. 5.5 years to be exact.
and here are the eyebrows for your viewing pleasure.