Son #1 was completely fascinated. At home, he would pretend that his football was a baby and stick the football under his shirt. After Son #2 was born, Son #1 would pretend the football was an infant as well and rock it to sleep with a pretend bottle. Son #1 is just too precious.
Tonight, Son #1 came out with a basketball underneath his shirt and said. "Ugh. Baby Basketball is so heavy. I think I need to have surgery to get it out."
I laughed and replied. "Ok. Do you want to schedule an appointment?"
"Sure. I'll just wait in the waiting room while you get ready for the surgery." Son #1 groaned.
Son #2 and I went to his room to "prepare for surgery". I called Son #1 into his room to lay down on his bed. It was bedtime so Son #1's surgery worked well with my plans. (cue evil laugh)
Son #2 began to make a mess with the toys so I sent him out to "sterilize" some "instruments". When Son #2 patted on the door to come back in, Son #1 pointed out. "I think the sterilizer baby is back." I let the sterilizer baby in and we proceeded to deliver Baby Basketball.
After the delivery, Son #1 said in a reprimanding whisper. "Shh! Baby Basketball needs to sleep!"
Well then! Goodnight, silly boy!
There's no basketball in my tummy!