He put a hand on my belly when I told him she was kicking
Me: You want to sing a song to the baby?
T: Yeah! (making it up as he goes) Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the babies bite! Don't let the spiders get you! Good night, Sweetheart!
Me: (handing a drink to T) Here you go, sweetheart T: Why you do that? Why you call me that? Me: Because that's what you are--a sweet boy T: (mumbling as he walks away) but I taste like bacon!