Addi: "Mama, how do babies get all of their organs inside their body? Do the doctors put them in when they are born?" (She was satisfied when I broke out my anatomy book and showed her pictures of one-celled zygotes progressing up to embryos then fetuses and finally babies!)
Addi: "Mama, how did all of the people in the world get here from one person?" (After some probing I figured out that she was basically asking me about the dawn of mankind. If we believed in creationism my answer would have been much easier, instead I attempted to explain the theory of evolution to a 6 year old.)
Addi: "Mama, how does your skin get goosebumps?"
Daddy: "Hey Addi are you going to get us dinner tonight?"
Addi: "Sure. I've seen you guys drive up to the restaurant window and tell the person what we want, and then they hand us the food."
Daddy: "How are you going to pay for the food?"
Addi: "You hand the person the card."
Daddy: "Are you going to drive us to get the food too?"
Addi: "I've seen you guys drive. It doesn't look that hard. I think I could do it."
This next conversation occurred right after Addi got busted for breaking some rules behind our backs. We talked about what kind of kid she wanted to be: a sneaky kid who is untruthful, or an honest kid.
Addi: "Mama, I feel really guilty right now."
Mama: "Because you were being sneaky? We talked about it and I know that you are a great kid with a good heart."
Addi: "I don't feel like one of those kids."
Mama: "What, a sneaky kid? Because you aren't one."
Addi: "No, I don't feel like a good kid. I have to tell you something. When I was little I used to lie to you all the time. A long time ago something happened and you probably don't remember it, but I do. I was trying to read my books and Maren was jumping on my bed bothering me. I asked her to stop, but she wouldn't, so I pushed her off the bed. You ran upstairs and I told Maren that she fell of the bed and you believed me. I shouldn't have done that." (I could tell she felt so guilty, but it helped to get this story off her chest.)
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