Where Babies Come From...

This was a conversation my sister had with our two oldest:

Auntie: Where do babies come from?

Sugar Plum: The Lord flies out of heaven, tiptoes into the house, makes the baby, puts it in the Mama's belly and then it's borned.

Little Man: The Lord comes down chimney.

Sugar Plum: No, you wrong. He comes through the front door.

Little Man: My story. He comes down chimney with baby.