This is a story about my niece, who is 2 years old. It won’t be nearly as cute or endearing if you think she’s a teenager. The following event takes place in a grocery store:
Niece: (looking at baby food) I want that.
Mom (aka Corrie, my sister): No you don’t. That’s for babies. That’s for the baby in Aunt Taji’s belly.
(“Aunt Taji” is me. TJ was a bit hard for her to say at first, so it came out Taji. Now she can say TJ, but Taji’s my cute aunt nickname.)
Mom: Did you know that Aunt Taji has a baby in her belly?
Niece: Yeah. That’s my cousin.
What a smart little girl! (She’s only heard the concept of a cousin once or twice.) Plus, have I mentioned that she’s adorable?