While my four-year-old daughter looks freakishly like me proof that she carries Mel’s DNA jumps out at me every so often.
Daughter: Mommy, why is your tummy so big?
Mona: Well, when your Kuya C was was a very, very little baby, he lived in my tummy. It made my tummy stretch so he can move and play. When Kuya D was a little baby he lived in my tummy too. And when you were a little baby, you lived in my tummy too. My tummy is big because all of my babies grew inside and then came out of tummy. (The more logical Mommy-ate-too-many-pizzas-and-burgers version was not whimsical enough).
Daughter: So who came out of your arms?