Are you kidding me?!

In an effort to minimize Boden carelessly plopping around on my belly, we told him a few weeks ago that he was going to be a big brother; that Mommy was going to have a baby.  His reaction:  He looked at me, smirked and asked "Are you kidding me, mom?". Of course, I laughed and said I wasn't kidding him (nor do I have a history of "kidding" so I'm not sure where this came from).  He asked "where's the baby? Right here?", sounding a little skeptical as he put his little hand on my...ahem, bosom. Not exactly. "Nope, down a little lower, right here." His only other questions were about timing and if the baby could sleep in his room. I think he's expecting a fully formed playmate will arrive, ready to drive trucks and play on the beach with him.