Hubby: God made you Malia. Malia: Yeah, then you put me in Mommy's belly. What???? We haven't quite gone there yet. Not sure where that came from.
Later tonight as we were interacting, she just gets up and says "I need to go shave my legs off at my house." Then up and away she goes. This one isn't too surprising, we have talked about someday she will shave her legs. (She's fascinated by the hair on her arms and legs.) But what planted the idea from the previous conversation in her mind? Weird.