The little cherub who lives here with us told me yesterday that he wanted to know all about babies.
UH OH UH OH UH OH.
I am the ultimate bad solution to all problems that involve explaining the plumbing. I tell children they were found under the porch, or came from a catalogue, or were discovered banging on the pipes in the basement and allowed to come in for a while and then never left. I have more euphemisms for hoo hoos and yoo hoos and lady bits than anyone has ever compiled in even the most ambitious of anthropologies.
So I called Luke to come quick.
And we sat there, pale and sort of sick at the stomach -- really? already? at 4 they want to know about this stuff? And being the sort of person who would, Lief came right out with what was on his mind, sparing us nothing.
I want to know all about babies, daddy. . . . Do they like apricots?
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