It’s funny this thing called “surrogacy.” It offers a very quick and clinical explanation for the dreaded “where do babies come from” question.

Mr. A. will be five years old next month.  I talk a lot about how very smart he is.  I have been very up front with him during my surrogate journeys  and always try to answer his questions.  Because of this, you can ask him any time about how babies are made, and this is what he will tell you:

Mommy’s have eggs.

Like chickens.

Usually, God will decide to put life (a spirit) into the mommy’s egg and it will grow into a baby.  It grows inside a special part of the tummy until the baby is born.  This baby belongs to the mommy.

Sometimes, a mommy doesn’t have the special part of her tummy.  It is broken or otherwise unavailable.  It is then that a doctor will take the mommy’s egg out and put it into another tummy to grow.  It’s still God’s decision on whether he will put a spirit into the egg or not.   But Mr. A. knows that the baby that the doctor puts in to the other tummy, belongs to the first mommy.  He knows that his mommy (me) uses her tummy to help grow the babies for other mommy’s.

He then knows that when the baby is done growing, it gets taken out of the tummy with special scissors.

See, isn’t that easy?  He has NO idea that a penis or vagina are even involved.  I think I’ll keep it that way until he’s, oh, 28 years old.