Reagan: "Mom, when did God make me?"
Mom: "About six years ago, God put you in my belly."
Reagan: "Well, HOW did He put me in your belly?"
Mom: "uhhhhhhhhhhh.....
Quinn: "Reagan, you're not old enough to understand the answer to that question."
(Oh, and you are??? Just what do you know, young man?!?!?)
Reagan: "Yes I AM! Mom, how did God put me in your belly?!?!"
Mom: "Well, uh, uhhhh, um....."
Quinn: "It's a miracle, Reagan. Everyone knows that. And miracles are mysteries, and you are just not old enough to understand that."
Reagan: "Mom, is that true?"
Mom: "Yes. Yes it is."
End of discussion.
WHEW. Dodged that bullet all the way around.
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