This morning my mom and I drove out to my sister Jill's to help her with some planting and weeding. Jills due to have a baby in about a week or two so she's pretty uncomfortable at this point.
Anyway, while we're driving there we had me, my mom, my little 3 yr old Aaron, and my sister's daughter Emily., age 10, in the car. Emily had a sleep over at grandmas after Uncle Pete and Aunt Courtney took her out for her birthday yesterday night.
Back to the point...
So we're driving along, and Aaron and Emily are having their own little conversation in the back seat. Aaron says to Emily, while he's pointing at me, "That's my mom, she's not dead."
So I know he kind of gets it about the baby, but I'm not sure how well. I mean, how much could he really understand if he feels the need to point out the living people.