Oh yeah, today was that day. I knew it would come. I had just been hoping he would be old enough to google the answer...
So, today we were driving up in West County and we drove past the hospital where both Connor and Riley were born. Stupid me, I made the mistake of pointing out the landmark to my children, thinking that they would find it special.
Connor thought it was special, alright:
Me: Look guys, that's the hospital where Mommy went to have you.
Connor: But how do we get babies?
Riley: Grandma was there?
Me: Well, Riley, Grandma came to the hospital after you were born. Both Grandmas did, actually. (Notice how I glossed right over Connor's question, choosing instead to address the randomness that was Riley.)
Connor: But, how do they build babies?
Me: Well, buddy, God builds the babies. And he puts them in the mommies' bellies to grow them the rest of the way. Then when they're ready, the mommies go to the hospital and the babies come out.
Connor: But there's no God.
Me: Yes, there is!
Connor: Well, I can't see Him.
Me: Well, just because you can't see Him doesn't mean He's not there. We just believe in Him.
Connor: Okay.
Me: Whew!
Now, if you ask my husband to relay this same story, he will claim that there was a lot of sputtering on my part. I, however, vehemently deny any sputtering.
I may have conveniently chosen to ignore Connor's question in favor of Riley's in the hope that his question would be forgotten. This may have been wrong of me. I don't care. Put yourself in my shoes and see if you handle it any differently.
I am proud to say that I did not handle the situation by giggling like a 12 year-old girl, which is more than I can say for the father of my children.
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3 comments:
Been there, sputtered that! :-) Sounds like you did a great job.
We used to make fun of the fact that as adults, we now realized that mom DID actually know the answers to the questions we asked her. At the time, her response to "What's a douche?" was "Hm. I'm not sure. I'll have to get back to you on that."
Well, the other day, Eva was watching Father of the Bride (which seems like a pretty innocent, girl-y movie) when Steve Martin has a Freudian slip and tells the couple, "Don't forget to fasten your condoms. Seatbelts!"
Eva said to me, "What IS a can-dam?"
I replied, "I'll have to get back to you on that."
And it worked! She just said okay and went back to watching the movie.
My mom is smart.
And so are you.
Brooke, that's awesome. Thank your mom for the strategy for me, 'cause I'm gonna be using it!
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