I'm a single mother with two daughters. We've always had a very "open-communication" theme in our household, but I never imagined it would be put to the test so early in my parental career. My older daughter was seven years old when she came to my room one day. I should have known the moment she somberly sat on my bed and leveled those huge brown eyes on me that I was in trouble.
"Mom, I need to ask you something really important."
I actually took a breath before saying, "Sure, baby, what is it?"
She took the exact same type of deep, thoughtful moment before she continued. "Mom, I know where babies come from, but how do they get in there?"