Caroline and I were driving down the road the other day and out of the blue she said, “Mama, will you go to the store and buy me a baby sister?”
Well, where do I begin with that line of questioning? Something tells me she isn’t necessarily interested in the part of the answer that involves explaining that little sisters don’t typically come from the store.
And when the time comes that she is interested in that part, I will sit down with her and tell her all about the stork that brings babies, because that’s what good mamas do. I won’t have my girl growing up ignorant about the birds and the bees. No ma’am.
So, I went with the time honored tradition of avoiding answering a question by asking a question of my own.
“Sweetie, do you want a baby sister?”
“Yes, so when she’s bad I can give her spankings.”
And that response completely eased any guilt I was feeling about her not having a sibling.