Before Dan's parents left for home we were able to go visit the lights at Temple Square with them.  I took about five thousand pictures, but not very many of the actual lights, go figure, and at some point I gave my unborn child to H.  I think the conversation went something like this.

H:  "Look at all the babies, Mommy!"  (Most of the kids were actually her age or older, but just had parents smart enough to bring along strollers.)
Me (distractedly):  "Yep, lots of babies."
H:  "I am a baby, Mommy."  (She's been saying this a lot lately, which I'm thinking is a bad omen.)
Me:  "No, hon, you're a little girl."
H:  "Oh.  The baby is in your tummy, Mommy?"
Me:  "Yes, it is."
H:  "I can have the baby, Mommy?"
Me:  At this point I start to pay attention and try to recall how this conversation began, but, not being in the mood to argue with a two-year old in the middle of a giant crowd, I tell her, "Sure, you can have the baby."

I thought she would forget about it, but ever since that night, she refers to the baby as "her" baby.  And it turns out, I'm not in the mood to argue with a two-year old under any circumstances, so I let her.  So I apologize in advance to the child on the way.  I'll try to supervise, but you belong to someone else.