Amelie has entered the greatly revered stage of the ubiquitous “Why?”. To be sure, she has not yet mastered the art of asking question after question after question after question after question… but the “why?” has begun to crop up more and more frequently in our conversations.
Sabbath morning, Amelie looks at me over the breakfast table and asks out of the blue, “Mommy, why Levi come out your body?”
Mental gear shift from “Don’t spill on your Sabbath dress” to the wonders of anatomy and physiology.
“Because that’s how babies are born.” (Brilliant mommy reply, don’t you think?)
And that was the end of the conversation. I thought.
So later on we’re walking into church, and the effusively welcoming greeter admires the children and then comments to the girls, “And what a sweet baby brother you have!”
And as the dear lady turns away, Amelie informs her, “He come out Mommy’s body!”