Little Again

My almost four year old is suddenly curious where babies come from. He is pressing to know not only where but how they get out of mommy's tummy. I delicately explain to him that the nice doctors and nurses at the hospital help the baby come out. The answer doesn't quite satisfy his ever inquiring mind right away, so I inform him that God helps. The conversation then turns to why I wanted to have a baby. I tell him I wanted to have a baby to love, that daddy and I asked God to give us a family and him a little brother or two.
"You wanted a little boy just like me?" he queries.
"I wanted you, yes. I still want you," I reply.
"You mean you asked God for a brown haired boy named Brendan?" he continues.
"Well, I prayed for a baby and God gave us the perfect baby boy---you!" I express endearingly.
His puzzling expression turns into a relaxed face. I can tell he's still thinking a mile a minute though.
"Can I go back inside your tummy and be little again?" he wonders, cocking his head to the side in that adoring way only little kids can do and get away with.
I tell him he can't go back in my tummy and that he has to keep growing so he can be my big helper. That's his next "stage" in his young life. He insists he wants to be little again, and I remember when I was a girl I went through the same issue.
My son is still thinking an hour later. He asks if God made me and Daddy and everyone else. I love that he keeps this conversation going, and that it centers on our Lord.

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