Because Four isn’t the right time…
As we get into bed for a nap:
Son: Mom where does God make babies?
Me: Umm… up in heaven, I think.
Son: How does he make them?
Me: Umm…. I have never really seen Him working so I can’t tell … but I am guessing … He just mixes some sweetness and some naughtiness and … some more sweetness and lots of cuteness and a lil’ bit of some magic ingredient and Voila! all done. What do you think?
Son: Hmmm… ( a few minutes later)… how does he give them to us?
Me: Umm… he looks down and sees if there are any little boys or girls being extra, extra good. You know? Getting out of bed by themselves, dressing all by themselves for school, having their breakfast before they go to school…napping on time… no more naughty talking up their parents… praying real hard too… I am sure God then says: Aha! I’ll give that little boy a baby friend!
Son: *smiling* umm hmm…
Turns over and falls asleep.
Ha! It so simple, Mom thinks. Mom happy.
