Take Care of My Baby

This morning Gabe came up to me and said, "Mom, take care of my baby when I'm gone."  We'd already established that it was a school day, and I was pretty sure that he was referring to Zach, since he doesn't have any dolls.  I assumed he meant for me to take care of Zach when he was at school; but before I got too excited, I asked him who his baby was.  And, of course, he said, "my baby is Zach."  Cue some bells here.  Swoon!