Me: "So...I've discovered this foot hanging out near my rib cage, and I noticed that if I poke it--like this--you start wiggling like a little worm!"
Baby: "Damn it, woman! I'm out of room in here and I have no where else to put that foot, so stop it!"
Me: "Why don't you come out then?"
Baby: "It's too cold out there. I'm waiting for Spring."