I said to my youngest daughter, "Do you know this red coat was your sister's? She used to wear it when you were in my womb."
Since she wasn't interested in it, I was sorry a little.
So I asked her, "What were you thinking before you were born?"
She replied, "I was thinking of you, Mom. I was thinking what you were like."
I laughed and said, "Me, too. I was thinking of you, Bee. What you were like."