last night during our bedtime routine
zachary was divying up the stuffed animals
and he cam across this
he asked
who’s this one?
i told him it was mine
i told him my mom and dad gave it to me
when i was about his age
when i was getting rid of my binkie
(i think that’s the story, right?)
he looked puzzled for a bit
but where’s me?
i asked him what he meant
where’s me in this story?
i explained to him that he wasn’t born yet
he wasn’t in the story because it was before him
he did not accept this answer
but what about me?
can’t i be at least one or something?
i had to smile
and of course i told him
that he could most definitely be one in this story
after which he promptly closed his eyes
and fell asleep
snapshots: life with boys 
I love Zachy stories. :)
oh, i love this. eliza seems pretty confused when looking at photo albums from before she was born. yesterday she threw one across the room and said, “it’s no fair there was a time i wasn’t born.”
You have the story right. And surely Zachary was one then. What a crack-up.