This evening after supper we told Emma we are having a baby. In the far distant future. First she wanted to make sure the baby wasn't going to get her toys on the floor. Then she wanted to know if she could feel the baby kick. I told her that my belly would have to get much bigger first. We explained that it would take a long time, after Halloween, after Thanksgiving, after Christmas, even after Daddy's birthday. It will be Spring before the baby comes.
Then she said she couldn't wait to share her toys with the baby. She even suggested names...which she makes up. About ten minutes later when M was outside she said, quite randomly, "I'm excited to have a baby."
So far so good.