Lex asked me a question the other day. He did not ask “Where do babies come from?”. I’m prepared for that question. No, he asked me, “Where do the people that have babies come from?”.
I was a little thrown, unsure of just what he was asking. I answered, “Well, we were all babies once.” He said, “I know, but where did the people that had THOSE babies come from?”.
Turns out the little guy was pondering the chicken or the egg. Or god. Or Darwin.
My answer was that nobody really knows… scientists know some stuff, creationists believe some stuff, but nobody knows for sure and everybody really wants to know.
He said that answer was good enough.