Yesterday Babs and I were discussing having babies, she wondered why only moms could have babies, not dads. The answer to this question (like so many of the answers these days) is that's just the way it is.
But I was uncomfortable leaving her with the impression that dads have no role in this, so I told her that it takes a mom and a dad to make a baby, but then the baby grows in the mom. Thankfully she asked for no more details. She did wonder about that idea of "parts of mom" and "parts of dad" though.
I told her, for example, she looked like her dad: she has the same eye color, and the same shape of face.
"Everybody has the same face shape, mom," she knowingly replied. Then as an afterthought, "Except Phineas and Ferb."
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Three nights ago we were lying in her bed, I was trying to get her to sleep. "You're face looks like a strawberry," she sleepily informed me. "Really?" I replied, "How so?"
"It's shaped like a strawberry." Although I'd never thought about it, I had to agree with her, and told her so.
"But I don't have green hair" I continued.
She mischievously giggled, "We can pretend!"
