“I know how we were made,” said the six year old at 5:45 a.m. on a Sunday.
We were having a sleepover in “Mom’s room”, so four kids and a dog started off the night in sleeping bags on the floor. At about 5:00 a.m., two kids climbed into my bed. A third started sniffling.
“First we were in the shape of food, but then our ghosts came in and turned the shapes into people. And there we were!”
“Wow,” I said, eyes still closed hoping to prolong the night, “that is a really cool way to think about it.”
But my eleven year old is too literal for that. “Mom, if you keep saying things like that, you are not going to bring up a very smart kid.”
He turned to his little brother, “It was the umbilical chord. I knew that when I was six. So should you. But the real stuff comes next year in science.”