On the drive, Baby Wingnut began questioning what had happened at the pool. It was very important to him to know who had thrown up in the pool and he would not let the subject drop until I had finally given the kid a name. Trust me, Baby Wingnut was completely satisfied "Baby Bob" was the name of the sick child and he pretty much let the subject drop once he had a name.
This afternoon while we were driving from one activity to the next the subject of "Baby Bob" came up again. Only this time Baby Wingnut filled in all the details. Poor "Baby Bob" is three years old and apparently very cute. He is also Baby Wingnut's best friend AND big brother. We were practically rolling on the floor laughing at his fabrication. This kid has quite an imagination.