I just had to record this conversation I had with Child yesterday. Hubby heard it from the other room and was just as boggled as I was.
We were coloring pictures of the Backyardigans together.
Child: What kind of animal is that one, anyway?

Me: I don't really think it's an animal. I think it's an alien. (see picture--the pink one.)
Child: Oh, no. She couldn't be an alien. She's nice. All aliens are mean.
Me: Hmmm. I don't think they're all mean. I think I've heard a story once or twice with nice aliens. (thinking fast: do I say they're not real? Do I?)
Child: No, they're all mean.
Me, after a while, nonchalantly: I'm not really sure aliens are real, anyway.
Child: No, they are. I've met aliens.
Me, sitting back on my heels: Really?
Child (still coloring): Yes, I met aliens before I was born. That's why you don't know about them, because you weren't with me.
At this point all those theories of children remembering past lives, heaven, etc. from before they were born are flashing through my mind, but I keep my voice even.
Me: Really? How very cool.
Child: Yeah. And did you know...(dramatic pause)...that there's a Disneyland in your belly?
Me: Um...
Child: There's a real Disneyland, inside your belly.
Me: Was that why you used to kick me so much?
Child: Yes! Because I wanted you to come to Disneyland with me.
{grin}