Creationism, the Raising Mommy version.

" Mommy. Um, mommy? Mommy!" Silence for a minute. "Mommy?"

"Yes, Cosette, what is it?"

"Who made me?"

"You grew in my tummy. I made you."

"Who made you?"

"Nonna."

"Who made Nonna?"

"Nonnie."

"Who made Nonnie."

"Her mommy. But do you know who really made everything? God."

Cosette is thoughtful. "Remember when God ate the daddy long legs?"

"No, Cosette, that wasn't God. That was Rod."

"Oh."

Later that evening...

"Mommy? Mommy, who made me?"

"I made..."

"No, mommy, you are supposed to say who made everybody!" Cosette interrupts.

"Oh. OK."

"Mommy, who made me?"

"God made you."

Cosette laughs. "That must be a lot of work! God must be very tired!"