When my daughter asked where babies come from, I explained gently. The next day, a classmate told her they come from cabbages. A small clash turned into a bigger talk with his parents, who shared it was a family tradition.
Together, we blended the stories: babies are born with love, and cabbages are where family dreams grow. The kids loved it. My daughter summed it up best: “Stories are like seeds. They grow in different ways, but they all make the world beautiful.”
