Questions in the car

“My daddy is in heaven two times,” the baby declared in the car driving home from church in the OC.

“You mean God? Your Heavenly Father is in heaven,” I responded to her declaration. Does she mean Jesus? He came from heaven, then ascended back up into heaven, did she mean that?

“My daddy is in heaven two times,” she repeated.

“Mommy, who is the baby’s father?” Jory inquired.

“I don’t know who the baby’s birth father is,” I answered him succinctly.

“Whose tummy was the baby in?” he asked.

“Her birth mother’s.”

“What was her birth mother’s name?”

“I don’t know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“What was my birth mother’s name?”

I told him his birth mother’s name.

“What was I like as a baby?”

And then I told him the story of how my five-day-old baby came home.