I was running a bit late.
So I was quickly walking to the car while simultaneously putting on my shoes and loading my purse.
Zeke yelled from the other room:
“Where are you going, Mom?”
“I’m going to baby shower. I’ll be home soon.”
He comes running into the kitchen and starts following me.
“You are going to take a shower?!”
“No. I’m going to a baby shower, Zeke.”
“You are going to have a baby?!!?”
“No. Zeke. I am going to a baby shower. Like a party for a baby.”
“The baby is having a party?!”
“Basically. The baby is still in her Mommy’s tummy but it’s a party for her family.”
“Alyson’s baby. That’s in her tummy.”
“At her house?”
“Well, no. Not at her house. At someone else’s house.”
By this time I am in the car and my window is down because he is still frantic.
“Alyson’s baby is having a party in the shower at someone else’s house?!”
“Yes. Zeke. That’s exactly right. I’ll see you soon.”