I’m not sure how it happened but I ended up having a talk about conception with a little girl recently. She had assumed I had children and when I told her I didn’t, she informed me that I “needed to get an egg.” She then proceeded to tell me in long winded fashion all about how it “starts in the Mommy’s tummy through the vagina and the Daddy’s vagina–oops, I mean penis,” she corrected herself. She got fuddled up when actually trying to explain what it was the Dad provided and how it got there. Finally she offered this analogy, “Well, it’s like when the Dad makes dinner and he gives the dinner to the Mom.” Nice. I thought that was an excellent example and I could see myself offering this up to my future kid as an explanation–no need to go into the gory details just yet. She wrapped up the whole conversation with her previous suggestion: “So, you just need to find an egg!”