In the car, on the way down there, William, completely out of the blue, asks, "You guys made us, right?" Say what!?!
I ask for clarification. "What do you mean?"
"You and Dad. You made William and Abby, right?"
I clear my throat and croak out, "Um, yeah." Then it hit me. Duh. He's three. "Yes, God gave you and Abby to Daddy and me."
"Oh." And that was the end of that conversation.
(Amazing. We read a book several days ago entitled, God Gave Us You. I read lots and lots of books to him, and sometimes he pays close attention, and other times not so much. I didn't think he was paying attention to that book, but I guess he was, since his initial question was very similar to the question in the book. And so was my answer!)