One Tuesday, I got home early and walked in just as Molly was lifting our son Tommy onto the couch.
Her shirt rode up and I noticed a small glint of green in her navel – an emerald-studded belly-button ring.
Tommy giggled and pointed. “Mommy has that!” he chirped.
I froze. “What?”
He jabbed his little finger toward her stomach again. “That! Mommy has that!”
Molly laughed it off. “Oh, he’s so imaginative.”
I forced a laugh. “Honey, no, I don’t. Mommy doesn’t have any piercings.”
But Tommy was insistent. “Yes, you do! I saw it!”
We let it slide. Kids say weird stuff all the time, right?
Except he kept repeating it.
