they say

elena: "how does the baby get in your belly?"
me: "well, the mom and dad put it there, together."
elena: "oh, ok. (pause) do they build it? cuz maybe they could use wood or brick or peach...."[silly laughing from both of us. big sigh of relief from me.][peach is what she calls skin sometimes.]

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elena: "mom...did you know there's a mean guy?"
me: (concerned) "what do you mean there's a mean guy?"
elena: "there's a mean guy that comes and takes my good ears and my good mouth and makes them bad so i don't listen and i talk back. that's what this mean guy does."
me: "oh really?! what are we going to do about this mean guy?"
elena: "well, i don't think there's anything you can do. this is just what he does."

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elena: "adelyn's a little bit like thanksgiving..."

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adelyn: (pointing to her belly) "there's a baby in my belly, mommy."
me: "oh, you have a baby in your belly? like aunt stephy?"
adelyn: "yea and uncle t-bone baby in belly too."

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adelyn asks, "why?" at EVERYTHING..... and then after i answer she sometimes asks "why?" again and again and again. but when she's satisfied with my answer, whether it's after one "why" or twelve "why's", she says, "oh, that's cool!"

"A child can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer." ~Author Unknown