Word for Word. I kid you not.
"Momma, where do babies come from?"
On the way to playdate today.
And I swear I'm not making this up, she continued with, "I mean, exactly how are they made?"
uh....well....
um...
Other fun things Abby has been doing is "playing Miss Janet"
I only know it's Miss Janet because I've worked in the classroom. During "talk shares" Miss Janet allows the other kids to ask questions, then makes a note to herself who has asked a question so everyone gets a turn. So now Abby will sit with a book, pen and paper on her lap and ask me, "So, Adrea, what is your question for Snow White?" And she repeats the question. And sometimes, when we're doing multiple questions she shortens it, "You, your question for Cinderella, what is it?"
Miss Janet also tends to pounce on things or concepts that she realizes as she goes the kids are interested in clarifying, so she'll stop the off topic comments from continuing by saying, "That's a good question, let's talk about that."
SO Abby has started saying, "So, firetrucks... let's take some time to talk about fire trucks," or safety, or babies.
In case you're wondering, babies come from God... and they are made... well, they are made special.
2 comments:
Aha! Good evasive manuver. You were Abby's age, or younger, when you must have heard me explain the "facts" to Aaron who would have been an appropriate age of around eight. I either didn't notice you there or didn't think you would be interested.
His response: an appalled, "is that the ONLY way?"
Your opinion: given a few days later while we were driving somewhere and you were pretending all about Mommies and I innocently asked "what about Daddies?" and you said distainfully.."...all Dadies do is "(censored)."
I about crashed the car.
So far we're going with "God puts babies in their Mommy's tummies." Take that for what its worth, as we're the same ones that came up with "fishy heaven."
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