This story still makes my family laugh whenever we think about it. Many years ago, when my older brother's son was about three years old, he was so cute and innocent, we love him so much. My younger sister and I used to play with him. At the time, he loved dinosaurs. He had many little plastic dinosaurs at home and he brought them to my house whenever he visited us. To keep him entertained, my sister and I would hide one dinosaur under a pillow or somewhere else. When he found it and he got very excited.

    One day, while playing this game and running out of good hiding spots, my sister stuffed the dinosaur down her shirt. When he caught her doing it, he ran over to her, jumped into her lap and looked at her shirt. Then with a very surprised look on his face he turned up his little face and said, "Oh, aunty, are you carrying a baby like my mother?" I started laughing so hard. My sister was fat and had a big belly at that time. She was still at college and not married yet. She was upset by what he said but laughing at the same time. My parents were in the room at the time. We still laugh so hard whenever we think about that day.

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