Heading out of town this weekend and we always pass the hospital that all of the kids were born in. So, Mary asks, the usual questions, "Where is the place we were born? Did Jenna get to hold me?" Did Sophie get to hold me?" etc, etc, etc. Then she asks, "Mom, when Charlie was born did we get to scrape the yucky stuff off of him?" I thought I was going to die! I immediatley responded, "NO!" as my husband is chuckling in the seat next to me. Then she asked that dreaded question that all kids ask, "How do babies get out of your stomach?" Now, my husband is really having a tough time not laughing and I know that he is waiting for my response. I respond, "Doctors help them come out." She says, "but Mom, where do they..." I quickly interupt her before she can say anymore and say, "...and that is all a 6 year old needs to know about how a baby comes out." Now my wonderful husband is laughing as I am glaring at him and Mary finally stopped asking anymore questions. PHEW!!!!