Mommy: "I have a baby shower to go to tomorrow."
Monkey Man: "The baby is going to take a shower?"
Mommy: "No, it' a party because my friend is going to have a baby."
Monkey Man: "Where is the baby, is she on Earth?" (he now asks if everything is on Earth. "Am I on Earth? Is the house on Earth? Are the clouds on Earth?" This last question led to a one-sided discussion about the atmosphere in which I not only bored Monkey Man, but myself, too. I think I confused myself, too. I didn't realize I needed a degree in astronomy and meteorology to become a parent).
Mommy: "Yes, the baby is on Earth. She is in her mommy's belly."
Monkey Man: "How will she get out of her belly? How did I get out of your belly?"
Mommy: Silence. Do I tell him now how his birth was the most excruciating pain I've ever felt? Is this the time that he learns his head was the size and shape of a ripened watermelon right off the vine? "You just did. You came out." BRILLIANT!
Monkey Man: "You had a zipper on your belly and I just unzipped it."
Mommy: "Yes, that's how you got out."