Where do babies come from?

Most everyday I get the distinct joy and pleasure of picking my daughter up from 'school' - which is really daycare in disguise. I always get to find out first what happened in the day, what lunch was and who had a special day. I cherish those moments and I have to admit, I am selfish and always want those moments. But with those moments come the moments of 'what did you just say'?

Just the other day I had picked up my wonderful daughter. We were going through our normal routine of 'what did you do today? what did you eat? did you do a craft?' To which most answers are 'I don't know' followed by me saying, 'well, weren't you there?' Then.... a moment of brief silence and then the question that no mother is every prepare to hear from their daughter. Especially a 4 year old! 'Mom, where do babies come from?' Well.... I believe in the honest approach to parenting, to a certain degree. I will not lie (okay, I will but only about Santa, Easter Bunny, Fairies, etc - those mythical creatures that a child needs) but I will not be entirely honest.

So, wheels turning knowing I can not possibly tell a 4 year old the whole truth because the following would happen:
1- freaked out beyond anything known to man or beast
2- she will repeat the conversation verbatim to her teachers and we will have to have a conference
3- she will ask more questions
or
4 - all of the above

I was not ready for any of those. Finally - the answer came to me and I held my breath that it would work.... 'Well honey, they come from girls. Girls are very special and are the only people that can have babies...' Me.... still not breathing..... and lo and behold, it worked. I quickly changed the topic of conversation and I am already beginning to dread her being a teenager!

AHHHH!