I shared this conversation on Instagram the other day but figured I would put it here, too. I was chatting with Eleanor one morning and she was talking about her sister (we had been listening to our favorite sister-song):
Eleanor: "..and then Jane came out of your belly and said, 'Hi, big sister!' But wait! Mama, how did Jane get into your belly?"
Me: "Umm, well, sometimes moms and dads pray really hard for a baby and sometimes God gives them one."
Eleanor: "So does that mean me and Jane were up there?" (pointing up at the sky)
From there our conversation rapidly deteriorated into hospitals where people poke holes in your belly and you push babies out. This girl has a very serious but logical imagination. Anyway, we are entering new territory here rapidly and I'm not sure we're ready for it!
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And I'm glad I was able to avoid that conversation while she was here!!
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