Olivia wants a baby sister. She is on a mission to have one, and she has a name picked out: Lola. She says it with total certainty, as if Lola already exists somewhere and simply needs to be picked up.
So one day, Olivia asked Chelsea (her mommy) directly: could they please get a baby?
Her mother, explained that mommies and daddies make babies together — that mommies have eggs, and daddies have seeds, and that’s how the baby making begins. Olivia absorbed this information – Eggs. Seeds. Got it.
But then came the logistical wrinkle.
“Mommies and daddies,” her mother said carefully, “need to be alone in their bedroom to make a baby.”
Here is where you should know something about Olivia: she does not always sleep in her own bed. When the night feels a little too dark, or a little too silent, she slips down the hall and tucks herself in between Mommy and Daddy. This happens, let’s say, often.
Alone in her bedroom. She turned this over in her mind.
And then — the plan.
She announced that she would be spending the night at Vavie’s house. She packed her things as someone who has Important Business to attend to.
As her mother was heading out the door, Olivia looked up at her with great seriousness and said:
« OK, Mommy. Tonight you will be alone with Daddy- so make a baby. »
All through dinner, she kept me posted on the progress of the operation. Her mommy and daddy, she explained between bites, were at home making a baby. She said it the way you might report that someone is doing the laundry.
I tried very hard not to laugh. I looked at her — those sweet eyes, that little face so full of purpose — and I thought:
what a pickle.
The very first words out of her mouth the next morning:
“Let’s call Mommy and Daddy and see
if they made a baby!”
Unfortunately, Daddy was away on a business trip.
I have a feeling this means there will be more sleepovers in our future — more nights of dinner-table dispatches, more morning check-ins on the baby situation. And you know what? I couldn’t be happier about that.
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