After church on Friday Nic, a 5-year-old in our branch, saw me carrying Miriam.
"Whose baby is that?" she asked.
"It's mine," I said.
She looked at me all confused, "But I thought Rachel was your baby."
"She is," I answered.
"Then whose baby is that?"
"You have two babies?!"
The irony of this is that Nic comes from a family of seven children so you'd think she'd understand the concept of a parent having more than one child. I explained to her that Rachel is still my baby even though we now have Miriam just like she is still her mommy's baby now that her family has Rex (who is Rachel's age). She seemed to accept that answer but I'm still not sure she believes that both those babies are mine.