There's a Party in My Tummy

James declared last night, "There's a party in my tummy" after eating his pasta. I said there would be a party in daddy's tummy soon too, when we had the enchiladas mommy made especially for daddy. James said, "No. Only there's a party in the tummy when you eat two bites" and started making all kinds of rules for parties in tummies. This continued on into a discussion of music being played in one's tummy, how many people are invited and whom, and how long the party would last.

This is a sampling of our dinner conversations these days.