Well for me that day was earlier this week. And the child was Buddy.
I had been home from the hospital for maybe one day. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes. He was sitting at the kitchen table coloring and telling a crazy story. Every single thing that Buddy does comes complete with an intricate tale. This time was no different.
“Mom, where do babies come from?”
I freeze. Hmm. How should I respond to my almost 5 year old?
“Well, Mommies and Daddies make babies.”
Buddy thinks about this for a minute. “That’s crazy. How?”
Moment of truth.
I say, “Well, that’s how God set it up Bud. I’ll explain the details when you’re older.”
He accepted this. “Ok. Well, I would like a brother. Can you make me one?”
“No, sorry Buddy. Mommies and Daddies have to want to make a baby at the same time... and your Mommy and Daddy do not want that right now.”
Buddy looked a bit disappointed. Then after a minute asked, “Is there like a store we could go to and just buy a baby brother?”
I chuckled and said that sadly there is no such store.