HOW DO YOU MAKE BABIES???

There we were… eating our dinner of bbq’d pork chops, grilled asparagus and red peppers, and noodles.

Fried in butter.

Topped with parmesan.

Yes.

We were engaging in our usual banter, “Your Mom…” “YOUR MOM…”

Which is especially funny when I say, “YOUR MOM!” to the kids.

That joke just never gets old.

Annywho. Out of the blue, Lucy (just barely new to being 7), speaking in her normal ALL CAPS voice queried:

HOW DO YOU MAKE BABIES???

*SILENCE*

An ALL CAPS kind-of silence.

We were stunned. And though there are two sibilings before her… we found ourselves unprepared.

Because really, DOES A QUESTION LIKE THIS EVER COME AT A TIME WE ARE READY FOR IT?

And when it all boiled down, the girl never got her answer at the dinner table.

BECAUSE SHE’S SEVEN.

ice cream is messy

Also, dinner time is not a good time to dig into the deep issues anyway. We have too many jokes to tell, and too many impressions we are trying to one-up each other with, and too many elbows are on the table.

And occasionally feet.

Which is NOT allowed.

But… HAVE YOU MET MY CHILDREN?

Of course Lucy couldn’t have asked something like, “How are babies born?” or “Where do babies come from?” No. She wanted to know how. to. MAKE. babies.

FABULOUS.

I ended up telling Lucy babies were made from magic.

BECAUSE IT’S TRUE.

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5 Responses to “HOW DO YOU MAKE BABIES???”

  1. Kim says:

    I wish she would have asked “Where do babies come from” instead… because then you could have just yelled back “YOUR MOM!” 🙂

  2. Rhi says:

    It IS true! Also: my answer to this and any difficult question from Henry will be, “Ask your father.”

  3. Jo says:

    Kids are SOOOOO much fun!! Your answer was great! You’re such a fabulous mom! <3

  4. Kim C. says:

    My answer is, “God makes babies!” I really like Rhi’s suggestion! But, my husband would say “Ask your Mom” and we’d have our kid dizzy from going in circles until one of us finally says, “Call Grandma!”

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