THE Question.

So on the way home from daycare tonight, Bean pipes up from the back seat and asks 

"Mommy, where do you get babies from?"

She's 3.  I thought I'd have a few more years to practice my delivery, to get my lines right, hit my mark.  

Needless to say I was dumbfounded.  All I could think of was "oh, all sorts of places".   

Finally, she said "no, they come from Jesus".  

Oh yeah.  That's right.  Jesus.  I forgot.