My friend Hillary and I swap out babysitting duty on days we're responsible for parent volunteering at preschool. Yesterday I dropped off Balin and picked up Hillary's daughter, Ayla, and took Arthur and Ayla to school.
When we returned, we all went inside to hang out for a half hour before we had to pick up Robinson. When I walked through the door, I noticed Hillary was watching a movie, which the older kids immediately gravitated to.
"Oh, look, that woman's having a baby!" Hillary exclaimed before snapping shut the laptop.
As we were driving toward Robinson's office Arthur asked, "How do babies hatch out of women?"
I asked him to repeat the question to make sure I heard him correctly.
Ohhhhhh, crap.
"Well, there's a special place inside of mommies where the baby lives until it's ready to come out. It's called a womb."
"But how does the baby come out?"
"You know how you have a hole for pooping and a hole for peeing?"
"Yeah."
"Well, women have three holes: one for peeing, one for pooping, and one for having babies."
"Oh."
There is no doubt in my mind that this will somehow come up in a future conversation, leaving myself and/or Robinson a little flustered and/or embarrassed.
Blessed be.
When we returned, we all went inside to hang out for a half hour before we had to pick up Robinson. When I walked through the door, I noticed Hillary was watching a movie, which the older kids immediately gravitated to.
"Oh, look, that woman's having a baby!" Hillary exclaimed before snapping shut the laptop.
As we were driving toward Robinson's office Arthur asked, "How do babies hatch out of women?"
I asked him to repeat the question to make sure I heard him correctly.
Ohhhhhh, crap.
"Well, there's a special place inside of mommies where the baby lives until it's ready to come out. It's called a womb."
"But how does the baby come out?"
"You know how you have a hole for pooping and a hole for peeing?"
"Yeah."
"Well, women have three holes: one for peeing, one for pooping, and one for having babies."
"Oh."
There is no doubt in my mind that this will somehow come up in a future conversation, leaving myself and/or Robinson a little flustered and/or embarrassed.
Blessed be.
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