Me: (cleaning up baby spit-up while doling out gold fish. whole grain, of course) "Uh. Yep."
Miriam: "Well, were they good babies or bad babies?"
Me: (oh, geeesh.) "Uh. Well. You know, God had a plan for those babies. We just don't always understand it."
Miriam: "Oh. Well, I do."
Good. You can write the book.
And that was the third time we had that conversation today.