Where do Babies come from?
Part One
"Mama?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Where do babies come from?"
"Uhhh...."
Babies?! She wants to know about babies?! She's five fricken' years old! Why is she asking me this? It's too soon! mom said she wouldn't ask until at least seven! What do I tell her? The truth would scar her for life at this age. Think Claire, think! You have to tell her something. Oh, no, she's looking at me weird. It's that innocent head tilt look. I've been quiet for way too long. I have to tell her something...
"Um...from...Mommy's tummy."
"I was in your tummy?"
"Yup."
Gracie lifted up her own shirt and patted her stomach.
"Right here?"
That's right baby."
There that wasn't so hard. she looks satisfied with that answer and it is most of the truth.
"Mommy?"
Just ask me for a cookie kid, I'll give you the whole bag.
"Yeah?"
"How'd I get in your tummy?"
Where do Babies come from?
Part Two
"Daddy?"
"What is it Gracie?" Why does this kid have so many questions to ask me? Especially in the middle of my hockey game, last time she took a fish out of the tank and asked me why it couldn't breathe air.
"Daddy, where do babies come from?"
Oh, Dear Lord, she did not just ask me that.
"What?"
"Where do babies come from?"
Dammit I just got confirmation, This is wrong, this is SO wrong, isn't she supposed to ask her mother about these things? What the hell do I tell her? She's five! Oh come on James think what to say, what to say?
"Daddy?
"Ummm...."
Let's see...Santa dropped you down the chimney? No. We found you on our doorstep? No, then she'd be asking about adoption. We went to the baker, who put a bun, uh, no that was me. Well, Gracie how a baby is created is a complicated yet fun thing to do...uh, no, definitely not, Claire would murder me for that one....
"Um..the...stork brought you."
"The stork?"
"Yup that's how you got here." Whoo good save! Uh...why is she looking at me like that?
"But Mommy said I came from her tummy, did the stork put me in Mommy's tummy?"