My husband, oldest brother in law, and I went to their aunt and uncle's house for a Wii Dancing night a few nights ago. (My dancing consisted of sitting on the sofa waving the remote around. I was almost the top scorer.) While we were there though. Our seven year old cousin asked me if I could change a diaper while I was holding our eight month old cousin (born only weeks after losing Robin). I told him yes, I knew how to change a diaper. He asked, "Why do you know how to change a diaper if you don't even have a baby?" It took a lot of guts for me to not put the baby down and run from the room crying. I still feel miserable about it, and I know I probably shouldn't. But it really stung me. I just responded that I had family who had babies and took care of babies long before he was born. It's true, but so is the fact that I "don't even have a baby." It hurt, a lot. It's one of those things I just need to let go and chalk up to the kid lacking a filter to not say things that might hurt feelings but I can't yet. It cut me that deep.