Every single day, at least once

Abbie will come up to me and ask, "Is that baby coming out now?"

"No," I say, "not yet."

"Okay," is her always her answer, and off she goes on her merry way.

Funny thing is, I think she actually gets it -- I think she actually understands that an actual baby is coming to stay with us. (Side note: carrying a baby seems to kill certain parts of the brain -- the parts that can think of synonyms for words like "actual." Sorry for the inconvenience.)