Dear Mackenzie,
You ask me a lot of questions:
-Can I have a treat?
-Can I stay up early? (you mean "can I stay up late" but it's so cute how you've always said it this way)
-Can we cuddle? (my favorite question!)
Yesterday, though, you asked me the BIG question: How do you make babies? You are the fourth kid to ask me this and the question still flusters me, hahaha! It started last week when I was looking at baby photos of Second GuhGaw for his yearbook pages and I said I wish I could play with you guys again when you were babies. You told me, "When I'm a grownup, I'll have babies so that you can play with them! I'll have four babies like you!" Consequently, you started thinking about having babies and that naturally led to you wondering exactly how you go about having babies. We'd just watched a movie scene where the female character thought she might be pregnant and took a pregnancy test. Remembering that, your questions began:
You: Can you pick to be pregnant?
Me: Yes.
You: How? How do you make babies?
Me [after a shocked pause]: You give a special hug to the person that you love.
You: What kind of special hug? How do you do it?
Me: It's just a special hug you do with the person you love. You don't need to know how to do it until you're older.
You: But you and Daddy are always in love.
Me [confused]: Yes.
You: So why don't you make a baby every time you hug? How do you do the special hug? Can you show me? What about Gianna's mom? How did she make Gianna?**
Me: Hold on, I have to go check on something!
I went to hide in Daddy's office and when I emerged, enough time had elapsed and you'd moved on from your baby-related inquiries. I suspect that you still wanted to ask me about babies but I also suspect that you were aware that it was time to drop the subject!
Love,
Mom
**Gianna is your friend from nursery school. Her mom is single and had Gianna via a sperm donor and while I've never talked to you about that (are there board books on in vitro fertilization?), you have always recognized that Gianna doesn't have a dad in the traditional sense. I love how sharp you are!
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