Birds, bees

Bedtime last night, Lyla pointed to her eyebrow.  "What is this, Mommy?"

"Your eyebrow."

"What's a brow?"

"It's this part of your face," Julie said, pointing to her eyebrow.

"Oh.  How did God make us?" 

Beep beep beep beep.  Caution.  Caution.

"Um well," Julie replied, "how do you think God made us?"

"I don't know.  How did God put our nose together and our arms and our feet and our hands?"

Deep breath.  "You know babies grow in mommies, right?  God helps the baby get there."

"How?"

Wee-oo-wee-oo-wee-oo.  Danger.  Danger.

"Well..."

"Mommy, how are babies made?"

AH-OOO-GA!  AH-OOO-GA!  AH-OOO-GA!

"Um.  You need a mommy and a daddy for a baby."

"Why?"

 SYSTEM OVERLOAD!  TEN SECONDS TO EVACUATE!

"Lyla, when a mommy and a daddy love each other--"

"They get married."

"Yes, they get married."

"And then a baby comes."

"You're right, kiddo.  And then a baby comes and God makes sure the baby comes out looking like a baby."

"Yeah."

BEEEEEEeeeeeeeoooooooh.  Systems returning.  Levels normal.  Commence tuck-in.