The sticky subject of when to have "the talk" with our kids has always plagued my mind like a, well, like a plague. Every so often a question will come up and I'll think, "Here we go: Today is the day." Except Chris and my philosophy is only answer the question actually asked, and only give as much information as is necessary to satisfy their momentary curiousity. Thus, the following dialogue between my 4 year old daughter and myself.
Miss T: "Mommy, are we made out of potatoes?"
Me: "Sorry. What?"
Miss T: "Are we made from potatoes?"
Me: "Uh. No."
Miss T: "Are we made from dirt?"
Me: "Well, God made Adam from the dust of the ground, so he was made from dirt and then Eve was made from his rib and was fashioned around it. Remember us talking about that?"
Miss T: "Yes. So are we made from ribs?"
Me: "No. Once there was Adam and Eve, God made all the rest of the people from a Mommy and a Daddy." (*insert nervous breathing wondering how much farther I'll need to go.*) "Then a baby grows in the Mommy's belly and it comes out a cute little baby."
Miss T: "And then it learns to walk and get big, right?"
Me: "Right"
Miss T: "Okay. So we aren't from potatoes."
Me: "Right."
Miss T: "Thanks, Mommy. Good night."
And thus ends another painless conversation. Who can understand the workings of a 4 year old mind?
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Heard At My House - The Birds and the Bees Edition
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children,
funny stuff,
Heard At My House,
pregnancy
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Made from potatoes? That sounds suspiciously like a veggie-tales idea ;) or an older sibling having fun...also she could just be real imaginative! I am switching over clothes for the kids (what fits what doesn't, you know the drill, urgh!
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