We were at the toy store today for a story time that didn't happen (the lady was on vacation). Blaise and I were at the train table with a little boy a few months younger and his mom. The kids were having fun vrooming the trains and watching them go down hills, when Blaise suddenly turned toward the little boy, lifted up her shirt, pointed to her belly and proudly declared, "My sar!"
The look on the other mom's face was pretty priceless. All I could think to say was "It's a long story, but everything's okay now."
Maybe that plan to convey positive messages about Blaise's scars is working a little too well.