cute

Last week I started going to the gym because "but I just had a baby" is no longer a valid excuse for the state of my thighs. They have a great little childcare area so moms can go work out. Anya seems to really like playing with the other kids...once I drop her off, I get not so much as a glance back as she takes off after other children or something that catches her interest. No love, I tell ya.

Anyway, today I met a mom of a kid Anya has been in childcare with over the week. I'm not sure how old he is...2 or 3 maybe. She tells me that he's been talking about Anya each time after the gym. And the other day he told his mom he wanted a baby. This took her by surprise. She gently explained to him that this couldn't happen because they weren't going to have any more children in the family. He gave her an exasperated look and said "but there's a really good baby at the gym we can have. Let's just take that one" (referring to Anya). The mom then had to explain that that's not how it works, but he could see and play with Anya on days when they are at the gym together.

That's right, kid. You aren't stealing my baby! I thought that was pretty endearing. Anya, however, seems somewhat indifferent to the boy. Apparently she got mad at him the other day for hugging her too much and complained and pushed him away (aww, like mother like daughter).