On Labor and Delivery...

So, I'm coming up on being six months pregnant. I'm trying to get Sev to grasp the idea of having a newborn baby in the house. Yesterday as I folded laundry, I turned on the show "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant." She ignored the tv, but when the baby was about to be born, I asked her to come into the room and watch for a second. The woman on the television was hollering in pain, sweaty, and beginning to push. Then a baby was delivered. I told Sev that that's what Mommy would be going through soon, and that's also what happened when Seven was a baby in Mom's belly, and that's how she came out.

Seven's eyes got all big, and she shook her head slowly and said, "No... I don't want to do that. I don't want to lay on a table and yell."

Detective Seven.

We were reading books in the living room together after Seven's bath last night, as we do most every night before bedtime. I finished reading Sev her book, looked over, and in the middle of the living room floor sat a tiny pair of white undies with a GIANT poop-smear stain in them, which was facing up and staring me dead in the face. My first reaction was to say, "Sweet poopy undies, babe!"
She pointed at them accusingly and said, "HEY! Who pooped on those?!"