My eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Who built you?”
“No! Who builded me?!” She gestured to her arms.
I stopped trying to correct her and answered, “Mommy and Daddy made you. We built you.”
“How did you build me?” She looked up at me and waited.
“Well, Daddy planted a seed in Mommy. Mommy had an egg in my tummy and the seed mixed together and you grew in my belly! When you grew big enough, you came out of my belly and now you are growing even bigger!”
She covered her eyes. “I don’t want a seed in my tummy!”
“Oh, no honey. You have to be a big girl like mommy to get a seed.”
“Did it hurt?”
I was slightly astounded at the speed and number of questions she fired at me. “Yes. It does hurt to grow and have a baby. That’s why you need to wait until you are big like Mommy.”
“I don’t want to hurt.”
“Oh, honey.” I pulled her into a hug. “You don’t have to have a baby!”
“Okay. Sing me a song.”
And just like that, my three year old was done hearing about where babies come from.