You are what you eat

Just a few seconds ago, Sam said to me, "You ate Lily, huh."

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.)