One of my co-workers has a daughter, about eight years old, who is fascinated with pregnant bellies and has been on a Quest to Feel Bizzleburp Kick. Unfortunately, as many of you know, babies keep their own schedules, and the last couple of times the girl has been around me hasn't been Bizzleburp's playtime. Yesterday, as I sat on the sofa telling her about babies kicking more when mommies are sitting still, I let slip that sometimes Biz will start moving around when Daddy is doing his nightly multiplication tables drills (don't ask, I beg you). Kiddo marched across the room, took my husband by the hand, dragged him over to the sofa, pointed at my belly and said, "TALK!" (We should all have the moxie of eight-year-old girls.)