I know where babies come from!

Okay, so my youngest daughter is home sick today. She has played up the upset stomach she had last night and got a "get out of jail free card" for school today. So, to be in character, she has laid in bed as a sick person would, with the occasional moan followed with a smile. (Keep in mind that she is only 8.)
Does anyone out there wonder what kind of future I am facing? hmmm...
Now, we were having a good mommy and baby girl snuggle moment when she decided to inform me that she knows something.
I asked, like the sucker that I am, what exactly she knows.
She said, with a certain indignation and confidence, "Where babies come from."
Choke...
Sputter...
Contain laughter and shocked look...
"Really? So, where does a baby grow? Since you know everything," I was able to mutter.
"In your stomach."
I said, "WRONG! Food goes into your stomach."
She thought for a moment then replied, "In your abdomen then."
Wow!
I was impressed with the "big" word, but was not giving up so easily.
"Okay, the baby grows in an organ that is located in your abdomen, but what is it called...since you know everything."
Again, unwilling to be defeated by the parental figure, she thought long and hard for the right answer. Ugh! With a grunt and a shrug, she had to admit that she did not know EXACTLY where babies come from. But the devious mind of my 8 year old would not go defeated...completely.
I could almost see the next play in her mind, as if we were playing an intense game of chess.
"Okay, so I don't know everything, but I DO know how babies are made..."
Wha...
Huh...
Ooooh...that truly was a low blow!
My kid don't mess around! She smiled at me with ruthless and assured confidence. She knew that I would play exactly into her hands and she would win this round!
I can handle this right?
I mean, I am MOM.
I know everything, not her.
Should I call her bluff?
Dare I ask the inevitable question that may, ultimately alter the image I have of my "innocent" and hopefully "ignorant" daughter?
Ugh!!
Of course, I have to finish this to the end.
I have committed too much to the moment to quit now, sooooo....
"How are babies made?"
There...I asked it...the question was out there and all I could do is sit back and cringe while awaiting whatever may come from her mouth....
She leaned in towards me, as if to savor the scent of fear that I was undeniably putting off.
She took a deep breath, lifted her chin, crossed her arms and announced....
"Babies are made when two people get naked in bed and.........kiss."

Through the mouth of babes!
Touche Cori!
I let her win. ; )