(Not me, mind you. If I had a 2 yr old, I'd be dead by my own hand within the hour.)
Two-year-old (staring at my chubby gut): Mommy, who’s in your tummy?
Me: Well, the baby WAS in my tummy, but he’s out now.
TYO: But WHO is in your tummy?
Me: Nobody. There’s nobody in my tummy.
TYO: Mommy, WHO IS IN YOUR TUMMY???
Me: Ahem. Nobody. Really.
TYO: . . . .
TYO (to herself as she walks away): Maybe it’s just food . . . .