Sometimes when you are putting Elliott to bed he gets really talkative. Last night he had been laying in our bedroom for a while, and we have a picture on the wall from when Wendy and I got married. He'd obviously been staring at this for a bit because he asked me "Did you and mommy get married". I told him we had and then he made a couple jokes about "who's Mary?".
After asking again whether we got married, and me confirming that yes we were, he asked: "Is that why you got married, so mom could get fat?" Since to him being fat means the same thing as being pregnant, I had to answer "yeah, sort of".
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