M2 is quite interested in anatomy and the mechanics of bearing children and nursing and things like that at the moment, and we've had some pretty funny conversations about it all. A few weeks ago at lunch she told me that on her next birthday she's going to wish for a baby, and maybe she'll get one in her tummy. Maybe, I said. It's worth a shot. (I figured it wasn't the time to tell her what my grandma says about wishing in one hand and spitting in the other). Today as I was getting her dressed she shared her (apparently new) insight that when she's a mommy she'll "have a bigger chest, but when M1 is a daddy, she won't."
Rather than straightening her out on that, I took the easier and safer route of changing the topic and teaching her that you can start fires in the sun with a magnifying glass.
(don't worry, she's not coordinated enough, and yes, I gave her the talk about only doing it outside on the pavement with nothing around). Never to early to make a girl a scout, I say.