Wednesday, November 11, 2009

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.
R: I don't want them to cut my belly.
K: It will be ok. You don't need to worry about it.
About 5 minutes later...totally fretting...
R: Mom, I really don't want them to cut my belly open.
K: Riley, you don't need to worry about it. It's a long time from now.
She started to cry....
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?
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.
For some reason, that totally eased her mind. Crazy.

THEN, Yesterday at Sam's she asked me where babies come from.
K: They come from your belly.
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!
Subject changed. Yikes!