It's funny how you can think they understand something, and then find out that they really don't. My son was 4 1/2 when his sister was born. We had planned that my parents would come and look after him during the birth, but it didn't work out that way. DD was in a bit of a hurry to enter the world, and at an uncomfortably early hour. Consequently, DS was in his father's arms in the delivery room when his sister was born. Immediately after the doctor said, "It's a girl," my son said in a shocked voice, "That's a baby
people!" Everybody else knew what I was carrying when I was "expecting," but evidently, he'd been expecting a rabbit . . . .