While we were driving home, my daughter announced that she knew how babies were made.

"Really?" I asked, turning onto another road and thinking about the time I let her read one of my infertility books while I snapped pictures as a joke. I assumed since she's still in diapers that she was also illiterate. Perhaps she had absorbed more than I realized about FSH and LH. Then there was the time that I made her the uterus hat...but that's a long tale... "Tell me about it."

"Well, first the mommy says, 'I want a baby.' So she goes to a garden and she plants a seed. She pours water on it with a watering can. I have a watering can. I have a green watering can. Mommy, can we play with my watering can?"

"And what happens next?"

"Sometimes the baby doesn't grow. Then the mommy cries. Waaah."

"That's true," I agreed.

"You had to wait a long time for me. You cried."

"I did," I agreed again. "What happens next?"

"The flower grows because you pour water on it. Then a fairy waves her wand and puts the baby in the mommy's belly. And the mommy gets a big bump. The baby is inside. Then the baby comes out and she's a baby. Lisa has a bump and there's a baby inside."

"That's right."

"Did you know that? That Lisa has a baby inside her bump? Did you, Mommy?"

"I did, actually," I tell her.

"What's the name of the fairy who waved her wand and put the flower me into your belly?"

"Her name is Flora," I answered.

"I love her."

"I love her too because she waved her wand and put you in my belly. Can I ask you a question? Are you a mommy before you have the baby? When you're planting the seeds?"

Laughing at me as if I'm an imbecile, "yes!" she shouted.

That sounds about right. Ah, young Jedi, you have learned well.