Monday, April 7, 2008
My kid is dying to know
where babies come from. Really. She's intent on having a baby sister and yes, we have explained that you don't get to pick, you get what you get. I told her daddy a long time ago that since he's the elementary school teacher (trained at least) that this discussion was his to conquer. And he's conveniently gone right now. I am still telling her that she has to ask daddy. So far I've been able to keep her at bay. And I insist that she not listen to any of her friend's explanations either. They give her all kinds of whacky not right religious info, I don't even want to know what they'll do with the subject of sex. So all she knows is that mommys and daddys make babies and I'm sticking to that story until I absolutely have to elaborate. I won't even get into what the definition of absolutely have to is. Her daddy is so dead when he comes home.
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So far Marc was the one that had to know where babies came out of and bugged me so much (I think because he saw me pregnant with Nia and was at that age) I was sticking to the 'mommy goes to the hospital and the dr. helps her have the baby' he wanted more I wasnt going there. He wanted to know where they came out of. Nope, I told dh you wanted boys you handle it for me! :)
Oh gaaaawd!! yeah, don't accept any calls from Ben or Ken on the subject of the birds and bees if they call suddenly to talk to Evie-- not before Dad sets her in the right direction......
AHHH!
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