Friday, November 02, 2007

Too Much Information?

The Boy is a master at asking questions. From the moment he wakes up, to his head hitting the pillow, he asks questions.

The Boy: Mom, how did Auntie's babies come out?

Me: Since Auntie was sick, they delivered them quickly through a cut in her tummy.

The Boy: Did it hurt?

Me: No, they put her to sleep with medicine.

The Boy: Oh. How did they close it?

Me: Close what...

The Boy: The cut. Was it big?

Me: With stitches. I bet if you asked, Auntie will show you her scar.

The Boy: Is that how we came out?

Me: No, you came out my vagina.

The Boy: How does it come out of your itty bitty vagina? (He's never seen it, so I don't quite know why he thinks it's itty bitty...)

Me: It stretches. Alot.

The Boy: How much?

Me: Well... (using my hands to demonstrate) from about this much, to this much.

The Boy: COOL!

Sometimes the best conversations occur in the car, you just have to be open to them.

Today, I'm thankful for my inquisitive Boy, who makes me really think about the 'why' of the answer.


Tree said...

I think our boys are similar in many ways, G! I love the enthusiasm, although it can also exhaust me.

Lukie said...

OH my... I think I would have been very worried at the point which he asked " How does it come out of your itty bitty vagina?

Aimee Greeblemonkey said...

That's truly awesome.

david santos said...


Send an email to the Brazil embassj your country and repor the injustice that the brazilian courts are making with this girl

The resignation is to stop the evolution. (David Santos in times without end)

Thank you

joansy said...

I think I would have lost it at "itty bitty vagina" - good for you on seeing the conversation through to the end.