This evening, we were all in the van on the way to a church picnic. We'd been in the van for all of two minutes before Ann had a question.
"Mom, how did I get in your tummy when I was a baby?" She asked.
My helpful hubby simply said to me, "I'll let you get this one."
I giggled nervously (not unlike I probably did during sex ed back in grade school) and asked her what her question was again.
Of course, she repeated the same question.
"How do you think you got there?" I asked.
"God put me there," she answered.
"That's right," I said.
Close call! I'm hoping that answer will be good enough for a bit longer. She is, after all, only four and a half!