The Five-Year-Old Philosopher

Today my Tate asked, "Momma, how do babies come from trees?" Panicked, I scanned my brain for possible reasons he could be asking this. (Questions like this lead to conversations I am not prepared for...) Unable to make a connection, I asked him to explain what he was asking.

"Well, is a seed a baby apple? Is an apple a seed's momma? If an apple is a seed's mom, who is it's daddy? If the seed doesn't have a dad HOW CAN IT EVEN EXIST?"

Oh Tate... it is very likely he has been rolling this over and over in his head trying to make sense of it since he learned about the lifecycle of an apple at preschool this fall.