Car Conversation

Just a normal old conversation on our drive to the grocery store.


JULIA: Oh, Mommy!  There's the cemetery that we visited on our field trip to historical town sites!
ME: Yup, I remember when you went there.
JULIA: Yeah.  But do you wanna know what I think is really SAD?  When there's a gravestone for a baby.
ME: I know.  There's nothing worse in my mind than the idea of children or babies dying.
JULIA: Yeah, and, like, ESPECIALLY if the baby hasn't even been born yet, because then the mom doesn't even get a chance to know her child yet.
ME: Yes, it's an awful thing for a baby to die while still in the mommy's tummy.
MADELEINE: (suddenly piping up from the back seat) What about the dads?
ME: Daddies don't grow babies in their tummies.
MADELEINE: But what about the dads?
ME: What do you mean, what about the dads?
MADELEINE: Do dads, like, kill their children?
ME: (stunned silence) Um...NOOOOOO...
JULIA: (scathingly) Madeleine.  Dads don't kill their children, unless they're, like, EVIL or something.
ME: Why would dads kill their children?!?
MADELEINE: Because, maybe they don't like them?
ME: No, that really doesn't usually happen, honey.  The moms don't kill their children either.  If there's a gravestone for a baby in the cemetery, it's because the baby got sick or there were problems during childbirth.
MADELEINE: (illuminated) Oh!


Yeah.  Glad we cleared that up for her.  Madeleine will never cease to surprise me with the level of morbid randomness that her mind goes to.