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I was driving with Beta and we had a fun conversation. This is somewhat paraphrased, more so toward the beginning before I knew that it would become more interesting, but it conveys the idea.

Beta : Who lives in [a certain location]?
Some Guy : Your uncle and aunt. And your cousins. And they’re going to have another baby, but right now it’s in her belly.

In the mommy’s belly?
Yes.

Not the daddy’s?
No, only mommies have babies in their bellies. That’s what makes them mommies.

(laughing) No, babies don’t make mommies.
(catching on that he understood “babies make them mommies” to mean “babies make mommies”) Oh, umm, that’s right. Mommies make the babies.

(more laughing) Did you forget that God builds the babies?
Yes, that’s right. God builds the babies and then … puts them in the mommies’ bellies.

And that was the natural end of that conversation. I’m glad he knows where babies originate. Since that’s settled in his mind, we won’t have to discuss it later, right?

Right.