To which I said, "Huuuh?"
"Because she was in your tummy. But it was a baby and not food!"
I realized he was referring to my formerly pregnant stomach.
Then he said, "And you ate me, too! I was a baby, not food, too. And now I'm a big boy!"
Um . . . yeah. That's sort of it. (I did, after all, make them out of cheerios and bluberries flitered through placenta.)