Oh boy

A conversation today on the way back from a quick trip to Ikea. . .

Greta: I was a baby in your tummy.

Me: Yes.

Greta: And Wyatt was in your tummy, too.

Me: Yes. At different times, though.

Greta: How did I get out?

Me: You just decided to come out one day.

Greta: All by myself?

Me: Yep, all by yourself. You just decided.

Greta: And Wyatt, too?

Me: Yes, and Wyatt too.

Greta: But how did we get out of there?

Me: You just did.

Greta: But there are no holes in your tummy, Mama. How did we get out?

Me: You just figured it out. What do you want to eat tonight for dinner?

Greta: Our cinnamon rolls.

Me: Perfect!