Petunia's Little Babies

My sweet and spicy girl is something else.  We were in the car yesterday when Petunia brings up the topic of how we became a family.  (Come to think of it, we're often in the car when we talk about this.  I suppose it's just because she's sitting still, which seldom happens at home.)  I told her how happy I am that I traveled to Vietnam, adopted her, and became her mom.  She was quiet for a minute and then the conversation continued...

P:  Mom, I know I didn't grow in your tummy.
M:  No, you didn't. 
P:  I grew in another lady's tummy... in Vietnam.  But you're my forever mom.  Right?
M:  That's right.  Forever.
P:  When I grow up, I want to be a forever mommy, too.  I want to adopt a little baby who grows in another lady's tummy.
M:  Well, then I hope you do just that.
P:  Mom, let me tell you something.
M:  Okay...
P:  I might want one to grow in my tummy, too.  Maybe a baby that grows in my tummy and a baby who grows in another lady's tummy. 
M:  That sounds like a plan to me.  Maybe you should do that.
P:  Maybe... but, Mom? 
M:  Hmm?
P:  They would still be my kids, right?
M:  Of course they would be your kids.
P:  It just doesn't matter how I borns my little babies. 
M:  *trying to speak around the lump in my throat*  No, honey, it just doesn't matter.
P.  Okay.  Mom, I need to ask you something.  When is the sun going to come out so we can play outside?  All it does is rain, rain, rain. 

I love her to pieces!