"Mommy," Stinky said as he snuggled into my lap. "I ready to have a baby now." A few passersby giggled at overhearing this. When I asked him what kind of baby, he said " A boy, orange hair." Later that evening, Patch was born.
So named because of the patch on his side (a quick repair when I noticed a split spot after he'd been sewn shut), Patch is the closest thing we're getting to a baby around here for a while.