Through the eyes of a 6 year old...

I told my 1st grade class that I was pregnant.  Here was the response:

Student (boy, holding the ultrasound picture):  This is not a human.  Nope, not a human.
Student (girl):  She's not grown up yet.  Duh.

Along with the picture, I passed around a 16oz. harispray bottle to show them about how big the baby is.  When I looked down at one of my students holding the hairspray bottle he was rocking it in his arms like a baby, grinning.

Student (girl):  Mrs. Campbell, can I please feel your stomach?  Pleeeaaasseee?
Me:  No, there's not really anything to feel.
Student:  Pleeeeeeaaaasssseeeee Mrs. Campbell?  Can I just feel your stomach one time?
Me:  No.
Student:  OOOOKKKK (sadness inflected, student walks toward the door with head down, turns around, runs back to give me a hug, and puts her hand on my stomach)
Sneaky little girl.

Student (girl):  Mrs Campbell, I can tell that your pregnant because your stomach is getting really fat.
Me:  Oh good.

My class has phased recently from telling "why did the chicken cross the road?" jokes,  to riddles, and now we're on to "knock, knock" jokes.  Keep in mind, most 6 year olds have an underdeveloped sense of humor.  For example:

Student (girl):  Knock, Knock.
Class:  Who's there?
Student: Pregnant.
Class:  Pregnant who?
Student:  Didn't you know our teacher is pregnant?

Student (boy):  Knock, knock.
Class:  Who's there?
Student:  Baby.
Class:  Baby who?
Student:  Didn't you know there's a baby in our teachers belly?