kid perspective

Today as I was lying beside Dennis as he was preparing for his nap, he complained that his room was too loud. Our central air unit internal part (insert proper technical term here) is housed in a closet in his room not far from his actual closet. He said "we need to move that heater out of my Dangerous Closet (first time I've heard that phrase)". I told him it couldn't be moved, so he began negotiating to move to the library because it's quieter. I told him that the library still had old carpet, but he had a beautiful bamboo floor that Daddy and Dave put in while I was pregnant with him. He asked me what that meant, so I told him it was when he was still inside my tummy before I was born. Horrified, he stared at me and asked "why did you ate me when I was a little bitty baby?". I explained that I didn't EAT him (though I let the 'ate' that he said go), but that babies grew that way. We agreed to let it go at that. Thank goodness!