When my son, B, was born, he had to stay in the hospital because his bilirubin count was too high.  D and N prayed everynight that his count would go down so he could come home.  Today (5 weeks later) I was undressing B for his bath, and my silly 4 yo, N, puts his hand on B's belly and says, "I can feel his bellyrubin.  It's in there."  I thought it rather funny.  Earlier in the day, B had the hiccups.  I got out the gripe water to give to him and N asked why I was giving him the crabby water.  He said, "Don't mom.  You're going to make him crabby."  He somehow had figured when we would say  B was "griping", he was crabby.  He's so stinkin cute!