My belly button is nearly an outie.

Last night, Sweetie Pie and I had the following conversation:

SP: Wife? You know what would be gross?
Me: What?
SP: If, like, the baby's waste had to come out some how. Like out of your belly button.
Me (confused): Uh... yeah. I guess so.
SP (earnestly): And you'd have to clean it up all the time. And maybe have like a little plug in there.
Me: Uh huh. And do you know what would be WORSE?
SP: What?
Me (with sarcasm): If it had to come out anywhere else. Like my face.
SP (flippantly): Pshht. Sure, if you want to make it crazy. Like that would ever happen!