"Sawyer!" I called, sitting down on one of the chairs. I put my face in my hands and sighed softly. "You better be easier than your brother," I told my huge stomach. Kick.
"Yes, mommy?" Sawyer asked sweetly, bouncing into the kitchen. I looked up, and didn't have to ask the question to know the answer, but I did anyway.
"Did you eat the chocolate cake?"
"Yes mommy," he said happily.
"Why?"
"Because it looked really good and my tummy told me that it wanted to eat it, so I did," he explained, making the cutest little hand motions with fingers covered in chocolate.
"So your tummy told you it was okay to eat," I said slowly.
"Yes mommy," he said, a huge smile on his face.
"Okay," I sighed, not having the energy to punish him. The little five year old had too much energy for someone tha
