brothersCamden and I love to talk.  Ever since he was a baby, I would have lengthy (albeit, one-sided) conversations with him.  Now we have playful banter and inside jokes. The other day, as I came into the kitchen to see the boys eating their breakfast, I said to Camden, “Wow!  That’s a cute baby!  Whose baby is that?” in reference to his little brother.

Camden laughed and replied, “That’s my baby!”

“Oh really?  Where did you get him?” I asked.

To which Camden quickly quipped, “From the baby store.”

Although that was a cute response, I thought this could be a good moment to explain a little bit more about babies and give him a foundation we could build upon later.  So I explained to Camden, “Actually, babies come from love.”

“What?” confused Camden asked.

So I explained further, “When a mommy and daddy love each other, that love grows into a baby in the mom’s belly, and when it’s big enough, we go to the hospital to get him.”

Camden thoughtfully internalized this, and simply responded with, “Oh.” And that was the end of it.

—Fast forward a week—

At a family reunion of sorts the next week, Camden goes up to my mother-in-law and says, “I want to tell you something.  I want to tell you where babies come from.”

“Oh, really?” said my mother-in-law, bracing for what was to come.

Then Camden explained what I had said, only in his translation, it had a whole new meaning.  He said, “Mom and dad make love and then we get the baby from the hospital.”

Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m close to my mother-in-law because she just laughed it off as I explained that I didn’t actually teach Camden that parents “make love.”  I think next time we’ll just stick with the baby store explanation.

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