Lately the Peanut has been wondering about babies, since every third person we know seems to either be pregnant or to have just given birth. "How do the babies get into the belly?" she wants to know.
I haven't been able to figure out much of a response beyond saying, "God puts the babies in there."
So last night, as she was settling down to sleep, we had, I swear to Jesus, the following conversation (which I should preface by adding that she has absorbed enough political commentary around here to know that the names "George Bush" and "Dick Cheney" are associated with all things bad and wrong):
Peanut: Will I have a baby?
Me: Someday you might, sure.
Peanut: What is God again?
Me: Well, it's kind of hard to explain, but God is everything that's good in the whole world.
Peanut: Don't George Bush and Dick Cheney know about God?