Trouble can come in any size

Typically during long drives, either I listen to the car radio or my elder one. With former I have an "off" switch or can choose what I want to listen but with latter...  :)

For a change, when we were returning from a friend's baby shower my little one was appearing restless and wanted to join the conversation beating her big sister. After a long struggle, she started...

Sharanya: How do babies get into Amma's tummy?

Me: Well... you know... actually... vandhu... Amma prays to God for a baby and God puts it in the tummy.
Sharanya: How does the baby come out then?
Me: You know... what did you do in school today?
Sharanya: How does the baby come out? Tell me....
Me: Well, the Doctor takes the baby out?
Sharanya: How?
Me: (Aaahh... enakku idhuvum venum innumum venum) They cut open the tummy and take it out.
Sharanya: Hmmm.. that will pain a lot for Amma. If God put it there, why can't God take it out?
[I had to take her down here before it got too technical]
Me: Do you like chicken nuggets?
Sharanya: Yay!!