So we're driving past the shop The Baby Factory and our conversation goes like this:
Mr 7: "I don't know why anyone would want to shop at The Baby Factory."
Mama (mischieveously - this is an old game):"I don't know. Maybe they want to buy a baby?"
Mr 7:"Duh, Mama. You know you don't buy babies there. You buy THINGS for babies there."
Mama"Oh, that's right I forgot that you actually know how babies are made."
Mr 7 putting hands over his ears: "Don't tell me again. The last time you told me how babies were made I had a nightmare!"
Hopefully it won't be so scary when he's a big boy!