Kendra and I were walking to the car the other day when she started talking about being a Mommy: "When I grow up, I'n gonna be a Mommy?" Yes, I replied. If you want to. Do you want to be a Mommy? "Yes: I'n gonna be a good Mommy an I'n gonna have a boy an a girl an . . . Mommy, my tummy is not broken?" Oh, no: your tummy is perfect! And you are going to have all the babies you want, don't worry. I love you, pumpkin-head. "I love you too, Mommy."