Me: Yep.
C: Why was I a baby when I am one?
Me: Everybody is a baby when they're one.
C: Yeah, and when you were one, I was trying to pick you up when you came out of the ground.
Uh... so that's where babies come from.
Opa: ... gravity.
C: You said a bad word!
Me: Gravity isn't a bad word.
C: Don't hit your head, Fred! My name is Fred!
Me: Or your toe, bro. Or your chin, Lynn. Or your nose, Rose.
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| C: I like my kitty when I hold him like this! |
Me: Oma & Opa have to go home tomorrow.
C: Why?
Me: Because they have kitties that miss them when they're not home. Don't you miss your kitty when you're not at home?
C: No! And I'm gonna build a gate and not let them leave!
Me: But they'll be back to see us soon.
C: Oh. Okay.

Hehehe - babies from the ground. Sounds like some epic Greek myth to me.
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