Inquisitive little 'bird'

So last week Riley was asking me if they were going to have to cut her belly open to get her baby out when she's a mommy.

K: Maybe.
R: I don't want them to cut my belly.
K: It will be ok. You don't need to worry about it.

About 5 minutes later...totally fretting...

R: Mom, I really don't want them to cut my belly open.
K: Riley, you don't need to worry about it. It's a long time from now.

She started to cry....

K: OK Riley. Let me tell you a secret. But we can't tell anyone else about this. This is not something that needs to be talked about. Ok?
R: Ok.
K: God made babies to come out of your v______. Kind of the same way that you poopoo.
R: Your v_____?! (giggling) Oh! Ok.

For some reason, that totally eased her mind. Crazy.

THEN, Yesterday at Sam's she asked me where babies come from.

K: They come from your belly.
R: No. Where do they come from?
K: Your belly....remember?
R: How do they get in your belly?
K: God grows them there.
R: No. How do you make them?
K: Look, they have cookies!

Subject changed. Yikes!