Our neighbor recently had a baby, and I ran over to her house after work to take some food to their family. When I got back and just as we were about to sit down to dinner, my 9 year-old daughter asked, "How does the baby get out of the mom's tummy anyway?"
Not wanting to go into graphic detail (especially in that setting), I sort of mumbled "down here" and pointed, well, to the front of my pants.
My daughter then replied, "Eww, you have to poop the baby out?!"
My 7 year-old daughter didn't miss a beat: "I am going to adopt children!!"
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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