I think Scott and I always knew Will was going to ask where babies came from, but somehow we were still a little shocked when, about a month ago, he asked Scott, "Where are babies BEFORE they're in Mommy's tummy?" Poor Scott, alone in the car with Will on the way to the laundromat, answered the best he could, "I don't know ... just floating in space or something."
Of course, Will took awhile to process Scott's answer and then told me later, "Mommy, guess what? Daddy told me babies are dead before they're born."
What??
Scott??
Daddy quickly interjected, "No I didn't! I didn't say that!"
Will refused to back down, "Yes, you did! You said that when we were doing laundry."
Sheepishly, Scott told me, "I wasn't prepared, I freaked out! This isn't a question 3-year-old's ask ... it's a question for second-year philosophy majors!"
OK. Damage control ... "floating in space" becomes "with God and family in heaven" ... and we're good.
But, no, Will needs more answers. After a conversation involving everything from the logistics of travel from heaven to Mommy's belly and back again, Will finally seemed appeased. He didn't mention it again until Sunday night when, out of the blue, he started singing this song:
Babies miss heaven,
babies miss heaven,
babies miss heaven
when they come down to earth.
There were a few more verses ... Will is big on "riffing" lyrics to traditional nursery rhyme-rhythms. The part that really got to me was when he sang about my brother, "Babies miss their uncle in heaven ..."
Sometimes I think Will isn't really listening, like when I have to tell him four+ times to take off his shoes or repeatedly ask him to sit down during dinner. But obviously he is listening, and this was a big reminder to always choose my words carefully.
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