Conversations with Brie have been both entertaining and "uncomfortable" as of late. Case and point, last night...
Brie: Mom what is my birthmark called?
Mom: A Port Wine Stain
Brie: How did I get it?
Mom: God gave it to you.
Mom: When you were in my belly.
Brie: Oooh, so God put it in your belly, I grabbed it and stuck it on my face!
Mom: Yeah kinda like that.
LONG PAUSE FROM BRIE
Brie: Mom, how did I get in your belly?
LONGER PAUSE FROM MOM
Mom: God put you there too!
Brie: Oh Okay!
SIGH OF RELIEF FROM MOM
Somethings in motherhood I'm just not ready for, glad I dodged that bullet.