Entry FeedDaughter is talking about babies. She loves them, and as one of her aunts is due any minutes with baby number four (yes, some people don't know when to stop - JOKE!) it is all daughter can talk about.
Actually conversation on the ride home from dropping her brother off at camp:
Daughter: This baby is either going to be a girl or a boy baby, right?
Me: Correct.
Daughter: So it will be a she or a he.
Me: Right.
Daughter: I know where babies come out.
Me: (concerned that I have to have this conversation with a four year old. I a mean - it is not even 9 am yet! Urgh!) Where do babies come out? (Yes, I had to ask.)
Daughter: Babies come out of the hospital! That's where you got us, right?
Me: (too shocked and relieved to do anything but laugh!)
Daughter: Mommy? Why are you laughing?
OK, now I know that I should correct her assumption that I just went and somehow picked her up at the hospital, but I really feel like I've dodged a bullet with this one, and I haven't had breakfast yet so I didn't want to get into the talk anyway. I know that next time I won't be so lucky.