The day after our new baby's due date, Anthony told me that the new baby couldn't come yet because she had to wait until spring. I asked him to look outside and see if there was snow on the ground or flowers. Spring is here! (And I guess it's a good thing the baby didn't come a week early - it snowed then and it would have just confused the whole seasons issue.)
Later that evening, Anthony asked me if I was happy. I told him I was, but I was a little disappointed that Cecilia hadn't come yet. He explained to me that she couldn't come yet because she was still growing. She had to get bigger and bigger and bigger first. He said she'd come tomorrow (which, when Anthony says it, sounds like a British pronunciation of tomato and means some time in the future).