Do kids really ask that question? I mean, doesn't that question involve way too much thinking about your parents having sex? Gross.
Around my grade school, the kids talked about it like being an "accident" was a
thing of shame. It was a way the bullies had of making you feel like nobody wanted you.
When I asked Mom if I was an accident -- being 10 years younger than my only sibling, I was routinely called out for being a probable mistake -- my mom told me that she wanted me so much that she tried for seven years to have me, and her prayers were finally answered. I didn't find out 'til much later that she had two miscarriages and had given up, so I was a very welcome surprise, but any insecurities I had about possibly not being planned for were cleared up right then and there.
It apparently wasn't just where I grew up, though, because Pedro and his siblings all know their exact status. One adopted, one planned, and three surprises. His sister objects to the term "accident," and always defensively states, "There are no accidents, only blessings!"
It's a Thing. For reals.
"wait, mom, you never dared to dream you might have a kid? What, did your parents never tell you about the birds and the bees?"
After my son's diagnosis with autism, I had given up the dream of having any more kids, ever. I didn't think I could handle the stress of having 2 kids, especially with the elevated chance (1 in 4) of having another child on the spectrum. Turns out I'm tougher than I thought I was, what do you know.