So, that's a kind of a good thing, right?

I babysat two girls last week. One was 6, the other, 4. Their mother is expecting the third child.

I was waiting for the inevitable question, and it came about 30 minutes before I put them to bed.

"Miss Julie, are you pregnant? Our mom is pregnant."

"No. Do I look pregnant?

"No. You don't look fat. You're skinny like Hannah Montana, but with a fatter head."