This morning after dropping Allie off at preschool, Zach and I had quite the engaging conversation while waiting to get his haircut.
Zach: Mommy, who watched over us when you were a baby?
Me: Honey, you weren't born yet.
Zach: You mean I wasn't in your tummy when you were a baby?
Zach: But you were in Grandma's tummy.
Me: Yep, that's right.
Zach: And Olivia used to be in your tummy.
Zach: And Allie and me were in your tummy too!
Me: You're right.
Zach: But, how did we get in your tummy?
Me: Well, God put you there.
Zach: But...but...how did God get me in there?
(Seriously?! Why can't my kids just accept the easy answer?! By now, the other lady in the waiting room is stifling laughter.)
Me: Well, God waited until just the right time and put you in Mommy's tummy when you were very small.
Zach: But...but...how...did he use magic or somefin?
(ok...now I'm laughing too)
Me: Something like that.
Zach: Can we read a book when we get home?
(Thank goodness for short attention spans!)