Madelyn, after making her vast selections for tonight's first tap and ballet class, to the clerk at the dance supply store, "Are you going to have a baby?"
Clerk, physically recoiling in shock but trying to laugh it off, "Um, no I'm not going to have a baby."
Me, "Mana, we never ask about a baby unless we already know there's a baby."
Me, to the clerk, "You do not look like you're going to have a baby."
Madelyn, "I have a baby in my belly."