Me: Are you about ready to go, sister?
Claire: I’m not a sister yet Mommy. The baby isn’t here. See. Look around (gesturing around the room while speaking to me like an adult to a confused child). There is no baby. She is still growing in the birth mom’s tummy. See, Mommy?
Me: Oh, you’re right, Claire. The baby isn’t here yet.
Claire: I toooold you. (We hear this phrase ALL.THE.TIME. – even when she hasn’t told us anything!)
Me: Okay, Claire.
Claire: Hey Mommy? I think we should get 18 babies!