This Is what I get for being a slow eater.... Dinner was almost over, and everyone else had left the table, except for Cinderella and Myself. I am an exceptionally slow eater and she was...well she didn't really care for what we were having so she was picking out what she did like out of hers. Between bites. I heard her ask? Mom, Just how do babies get born from their Mommas tummies? I pondered for a minute, realizing that this wasn't my first birds and bees talk, and it wouldn't be my last. So, I was about to say what I thought to be a reasonable answer, when I see Mike, peering around the corner, with a huge grin on his face. As if to say ha ha. Glad I am a super fast eater. Lets see you get out of this one. So I replied with. Well, God gives the mom a special place for the baby to come out. Feeling pround of myself, thinking this would satisfy her curiosity, I took another bite of my dinner. You mean here Mom? Cinderella says, as she lifts her shirt and pulls her belly button out six inches. No, not there, Cinderella, we'll talk about it after dinner, so I can read you a book I have. So after dinner, and after teasing Mike that it was his turn with her, (since I had already had the "talk" with both of the boys) I sat down with her and the book and read it to her. I'm not sure how much she understood, but I didn't want her to feel like she couldn't get an honest answer.