Why People Invented the Stork, the Cabbage Patch and Other Reproductive Myths
This morning as I am strapping her into her car seat, she asks, "Mom, what did you and Dad do before I was in your tummy?"
I freeze. Is she asking what I think she's asking? Surely not. "What do you mean?"
"Right before I was in your tummy, what did you and Dad do?"
Um, right before? Holy smokes: she's asking where babies coming from. I give her a quizzical look, stalling.
She takes a new tack: "Did you know I was in there before I came out? Were you missing me?"
That was a close one. "I did know you were in there. And yes, I did miss you. I was so happy when you came out."
I freeze. Is she asking what I think she's asking? Surely not. "What do you mean?"
"Right before I was in your tummy, what did you and Dad do?"
Um, right before? Holy smokes: she's asking where babies coming from. I give her a quizzical look, stalling.
She takes a new tack: "Did you know I was in there before I came out? Were you missing me?"
That was a close one. "I did know you were in there. And yes, I did miss you. I was so happy when you came out."
posted by Kate at 9:32 AM
2 Comments:
Good job, Kate! I am still laughing.
Get ready!
I do remember that you asked me directly in the grocery store line one evening, "where do babies come from?----how did you and dad make me?" You were about 6 or 7. With people listening and watching me, I hmmmed and hmmed and said, " I will tell you when we get in the car." And I did. The look on your face was unforgettable. Your response was, "Oh."
Yikes!
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