He was under a little blanket (it was, by chance, the blankee he was most often wrapped in as a baby).
I was administering a "we caved in" snack (buttered slice of whole wheat bread - snack glory for these guys) hoping to get his wakeful little self to go to sleep.
He's still coming back from being all turned around over the holidays for sleep.
Ed: "daddy? where were my feet when I was a baby?"
Ed: "how big was my body... where were my feet?" (lifts leg and looks over his shoulder at it)
me: "points to his upper leg to show that his feet were there"
Ed: "daaad? when I eat my body gets bigger... really slow... right?"
me: "yes... you're growing all the time."
Ed: "will get as big as you?"
me: "oh yes... I bet you'll be bigger... you will definitely be at least as tall as me one day."
Ed: "three daddies!"
me: "... mmmm?"
Ed: "there will be three daddies."
Ed: "... you're big. one daddy. I'll grow big... two daddies. George will grow big... three daddies. and one mommy."
You know... no matter what else might be true,
we're all little boys and girls inside, somewhere.