Sam emptied his nose with the gusto only a 5-year-old can be capable of. "My boogers are drowning my brain," he announced with a mixture of misery and pride.
Lucinda rolled her eyes as she motioned to her son to throw his used tissue in the wastebasket. "You've got so much class, my Sammy-boy."
Sam's small brow crinkled in confusion. "I don't have class! You said I could stay home from school today!"
Chuckling, Lucinda replied, "Not that kind of class, silly. You want some more juice?"
"Yes, please," Sam nodded.
Lucinda brought Sam his juice and sat with him on the couch. "Not often we get to stay home together, huh Sam?"
Her tow-headed son shook his head in agreement. "Nope. But how come you're sick too, Momma? Did I give you my germs?"
Lucinda smiled. "No, I don't feel well today because of your little brother or sister." She patted her swollen belly. "Being pregnant can make you feel icky sometimes."
"Oh." Sam absorbed this new knowledge, frowning as a thought occurred to him. "Momma? Am I pregnant?"
"No, Sammy," Lucinda managed between laughs. "You are most certainly not!" Still chuckling, she shook her head at the look of consternation on Sam's face.
"Are you SURE? I feel yucky right now!"
"That's just 'cause of your cold, Sammy! Little boys can't have babies. Only women get to do that."
Sam let out a hefty sigh. "Okay. As long as you're SURE." He looked as if he didn't quite believe her.
"I am very sure, Sammy." Lucinda bit back another laugh, making a mental note to tell Tom all about this tonight. Her inquisitive son looked up at her, curiously.
"Momma?"
She wondered what he'd come out with next. "Yes, Sam?"
"How did you get pregnant?"