Driving Sophia home tonight:
Me: What did you do today?
S: I was busy taking care of baby Jesus. It was hard work. He wanted a bottle...He wanted some food...It was really boring...How did the baby get in your tummy?
Did not see that one coming. She was persistent. We had "the talk."
I asked Sophia what she thought about the information I had just shared. She looked a little shell shocked and said, "I feel OK." Then she asked, "When I'm grown up, can I make a baby?"
She wants to have three. One will be called Rainbow and another Cloud. She wants to rub Vicks on them when they have colds. That is as far as she has planned.
Sophia's girlfriends can now compare notes. There will be some interesting conversation over lunch tomorrow.
