On our way to pick up Tyler from Art Club, Lauren and I somehow got to talking about Barney (the purple dinosaur) and Thomas (the tank engine) and how she and her brother used to love them.
But Now They Don't! (her words)
I told her I missed having little babies in the house who liked Thomas and Barney.
(Why did I say that?!)
She immediately pounced and said,
"You should have one! And make sure the baby is a Girl!."
"So how do you have a baby anyway?"
She caught me off guard and it was hard to come up with a decent answer while driving. I'm sure my thought process I had going on was as dangerous as texting and driving.
I answered her with the standard in shock answer:
"When a Mommy and Daddy love each other they have a baby."
Since she's not TWO she had a follow up:
"But how does it happen?"
I then chose to get (an awkward sort of) real and see if it would appease:
"Well the Mommy has the egg and the Daddy fertilizes it and that makes the baby."
(long pause and I thought I was in the clear)
...but I still don't get it."
I quickly answered,:
"Don't forget you have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow."
(this is her first appointment and I knew it would stop her in her tracks...
I just needed a break and time to think.)
She let it go and fretted about her ortho appointment.
She's nine-years-old and I believe she's old enough to understand a frank explanation.
Something along the lines of:
"God designed a Mommy's body and a Daddy's body to make a baby because...(I'll let you imagine the rest of the details")
I think she'll understand
I just want her to stay my little girl a little longer.
The next time she asks I will give her the basic birds and bees lecture.
I'm sure both of us will be mortified.