Driving home from preschool, the brunette twin announced, "Mom, if me and Gaven are getting married, we'll need babies. Where do you get a baby?"
Sure, that's a conversation I want to have in a mini-van cruising along at 40 miles an hour in the snow. I hesitated because I don't want to give the "Mommy's tummy" speech. We have too many friends with adopted children to perpetuate that myth.
"Well, babies come from a women's tummy."
The blond twin said, "Do you mean you swallow them or something?"
"No honey. A man and a woman both have parts that come together to make a baby. Babies start off really, really small. Remember when we were at the beach and we looked at sand? Babies start off even smaller than that. They grow in a woman's tummy until they are born."
Now I'm thinking I'm pretty smart because I avoid all the details, yet it sounded like an answer. A minute later, the brunette twins said, ""How does a baby get out?"
Great. Another part of a conversation I didn't want to have with a four-year-old -- especially not while driving.
"Babies come from a place near your tummy."
The blond twin changed the subject to what the two of them were going to do after lunch.
I never loved that girl more.