After making googly eyes at an adorable baby:
Grace: ”Mommy I want a baby so bad, they are soooooo cute. We need a baby. I want you to make me a baby. Please make me a baby.”
As if it’s just like popping into the kitchen and making a soufflé.
Me: ”Honey, mommy doesn’t make babies, God does.”
Grace: ”Well OK then I want you and daddy and Jesus to make a baby. A hispanic one.”