This morning as I am strapping her into her car seat, she asks, "Mom, what did you and Dad do before I was in your tummy?"
I freeze. Is she asking what I think she's asking? Surely not. "What do you mean?"
"Right before I was in your tummy, what did you and Dad do?"
Um, right before? Holy smokes: she's asking where babies coming from. I give her a quizzical look, stalling.
She takes a new tack: "Did you know I was in there before I came out? Were you missing me?"
That was a close one. "I did know you were in there. And yes, I did miss you. I was so happy when you came out."