Inquisitive little 'bird'
So last week Riley was asking me if they were going to have to cut her belly open to get her baby out when she's a mommy.
K: Maybe.About 5 minutes later...totally fretting...
R: I don't want them to cut my belly.
K: It will be ok. You don't need to worry about it.
R: Mom, I really don't want them to cut my belly open.She started to cry....
K: Riley, you don't need to worry about it. It's a long time from now.
K: OK Riley. Let me tell you a secret. But we can't tell anyone else about this. This is not something that needs to be talked about. Ok?For some reason, that totally eased her mind. Crazy.
R: Ok.
K: God made babies to come out of your v______. Kind of the same way that you poopoo.
R: Your v_____?! (giggling) Oh! Ok.
THEN, Yesterday at Sam's she asked me where babies come from.
K: They come from your belly.Subject changed. Yikes!
R: No. Where do they come from?
K: Your belly....remember?
R: How do they get in your belly?
K: God grows them there.
R: No. How do you make them?
K: Look, they have cookies!
posted by Kristy @ 11:03 AM
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I am trying to remember if I had a similar conversation with my daughter. Can't remember back that far - besides, I'm the dad. That conversation would have taken place with her mother - thank goodness.
As Art Linkletter would have said, "Kids say the darndest things".
We've done this conversation with Darby for the last couple of years. But we told her that the daddy puts a seed in the mommy and the seed grows into a baby with God's help. Now the questions is "How does the seed get in there?" mmmm....been dodging that for several months, running out of places to hide! It's cooooming!!
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