About my thirtieth time going in to lay him back down I had this conversation with Logan:
"I'm giving the baby a cake. He can eat a cake? He won't spit it out?"
"No, he can't have cake. He has to have bottles at first. With milk."
"Then he gets bigger? And I will give him a birthday cake? Is that fine?"
"Yes, when he is bigger, he can have birthday cake."
"Then he will be a brother. Like me and Jack. I am a big boy. He will be a tiny baby."
"Yes he will."
"Roxanne has a baby in her tummy, too?"
"Yes she does."
"Is it a sister?"
"We don't know yet."
"It has to get bigger first."
"Yes. It does."
"Does Nanny have a baby in her tummy?"
"Just mommy and Roxanne?"
"Yes. Now no more talking. Go to sleep. I love you, buddy."