a couple recent, candid conversations with my kids . . .
I was trying to pull together an outfit online, something to wear to the Mindy Gledhill concert. I had all these images pasted into a word document so I could see it together.
I pulled Anna, my at-home style consultant, over and asked, "Do you think this will look cute on me?"
She said, "Yes, but only with your glasses off. And maybe you should attach your head to the white stuff."
Ha ha! Did you get it? White stuff = the mannequin's body.
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We were scrolling through older pictures on iphoto and came across these
ahhhh . . . sniff, sniff
to which the boys asked, "So how does the baby get out of your belly? Do they have to cut you open? Does it come out your butt or does it come out of your mouth?"
Obviously it's been a while (5+ years) since we've had to approach this topic in our house. So I gave them a simple, honest explanation of where & how the baby comes out. I noticed that Payton becomes very quiet, eyes straight on the computer screen -- I can tell that he's taking it all in. The conversation continues to umbilical cords with Conner a little too excited over the prospect of being a father someday just because he'll get to cut it . . . and a compare/contrast between birthing a baby and a tough poop. Hey, I'm talking to boys here. We make it all the way through Anna's hospital pictures and Payton finally speaks up
"Oh man, I'm so glad that I'm not a girl."
why do you say that?
"Because that would hurt."
{oh my heavens, I cannot stop from laughing! This is a boy who struggles in the bathroom so I can only imagine his inner thought process. Pure horror, I'm sure!}
