"Mommy is Kevin here??"
This is the question I faced as she got out of bed this morning...
"Kevin? Like Uncle Kevin??? (hoping that's what she meant)
"no Kevin... where our baby is"
"Ohhh Heaven... No honey, heaven is way up in the sky... where the angels are"
"So you don't have a baby in your tummy anymore?"
"No sweety, she was too tiny when she came out of Mommy's tummy, so the angels took her to live with them."
"can I have oatmeal for breakfast?"