The girls have taken to hugging and kissing “the baby” good night these days.
Last night, Kate approached my belly as I was sitting in the glider in their room.
“I gotta talk to the baby, Mama,” she said.
She lifted my shirt off my belly.
“Hi, baby,” she said. “When are you going to come out?”
She put her ear to my belly. Then she looked up at me, beaming.
“He says tomorrow!”
Red Pen Mama 
Someone get a rag, I just melted into a puddle on the floor!
I know. Kate challenges me often, but she is such a sweet, sweet child. (When she wants to be.)
Well now you’re on notice. You best have that kid out TOMORROW!
I think we have a few more tomorrows to go. I don’t know, I’ll have Kate check again tonight. Maybe she can get a date from the Bud.
If he comes today, you’ll never convince her she’s not magic.
Which, in some ways would have been awesome. And others, probably, not so much.
Yeah, like “Mom, the baby said I can have candy for breakfast!”