I was laying on my bed with my girls and we were comparing belly sizes. We had just eaten a big Sunday meal, so our bellies were protruding a lot.
Me: Wow London, it looks like you have a baby in there!
London: (looking very concerned) Do I have a baby in my belly?
Me: Oh no sweetie, you are too little to have a baby in there. You need to be much older for that to happen.
Kamryn: How do you get a baby in your belly?
(Pause...Ugh, why do I do this to myself!!!! I started this conversation?! What was I thinking!)
Me: Well...(trying to think of a way to not get into details while still being open enough that they can feel comfortable asking me anything).
London: You have to have a Daddy and be merweed (married).
Me: Yes, that is true. So, you get married to a returned missionary and then...
Kamryn: I know, I know...You make a paper baby doll, then cut your tummy and then put the paper in your belly and then wait for it to turn into a baby. (I had a c-section with London, FYI)
Me: (Laughing on the inside) Well, not exactly, but it was a good thought. You see, when a Mommy and Daddy...
Kamryn: (Interrupting again, thank goodness!) I know...Heavenly Father puts the baby in your tummy.
Me: Right on Kammi! (Phew)
I know I'll have to have this conversation with my kids someday, but right now I am just so grateful they are still young enough to come up with silly ways a baby can end up in your tummy.