As Alex and I were driving to his very first dentist appointment, he asked me where we were going. I told him we were going to a hospital and inside of the hospital are lots of different offices, including his new dentist. He asked what else was in this hospital.
“Well, this is actually the hospital where you were born!” I said cheerfully.
Then it all got a little complicated. I guess I haven’t mentioned the whole “being born” thing since pre-one-thousand-questions-per-statement Alex. “What’s ‘born’?” “Where was I before?”
After approximately twelve more questions and my attempted answers: “Why did you and daddy make me?”
What a complicated question from such a small person.
I started to say “When a man and a woman love each other very much…” but stopped myself. First of all because it doesn’t always happen, ::ahem::, on purpose. Second of all because I don’t want him thinking a baby can only occur when a man and a woman love one another. So, I went down what I thought would be a very straight forward path.
I told him that he was in my belly for a while. He started out super duper tiny, too small to even see, and grew and grew inside of me until he was too big for my belly and then he came out and was the cutest baby ever.
Unfortunately, that didn’t fix the questions.
“But, Mommy? Why did you eat me?”
And now he likes to tell people that girls have a uterus.