THE question

Dalton: Mommy......where did the baby come from?

*Insert mental image and sound effects of me choking on a mouthful of tea*

Me: *Cough, cough. Gasp* Well....he came from mommy's tummy.

Dalton: Oh....

Me: *thinking: whew, crisis averted*

Dalton: How did he get there?

Me: *oh jeez* The stork brought him and put him in mommy's tummy so he could grow. Then mommy went to the doctor when he was big enough, and they got him out.

Dalton: No....Santa brought him.

Me: Ok then. Santa brought him.

Dalton: Oh, ok.

Whew. Ok, that was easy.



Later on that day, I get this:

Dalton: Mommy?

Me: Yes?

Dalton: Santa needs to bring me another baby.

Me: WHAT???!! No.......we only need 1 baby. We don't need another one right now.

Dalton: But I want another brother.

Me: Uhh.....maybe later.

*Insert mental image of me running far, far away.*