And it isn't me! Ha!
Hayden has been very inquizitive about babies lately. A couple months ago he asked where they come from. He knew Maya was in my belly, but he finally figured out she came out somehow. I was able to avoid the answer by saying I had to go to the bathroom. Whew.
Then, last week on the way to preschool, the question was asked again.
H: Mom, how was I born?
M: Um, well, you were in my tummy and then you were out.
H: How did I get out?
M: Well, I pushed you out.
H: Pushed? From where?
M: Mmmm, not ready to answer that quite yet, Dude.
H: What does the doctor do?
M: She helped take you out.
H: Did she cut me out?
M: No, Mommy pushed you out, but some babies are born where the Mommy's are cut to get the baby out.
H: You pushed me from where?
M: We're at preschool, let's talk later.
This week was this:
H: Mommy, we should have another baby.
M: Mm, ya, that's probably not going to happen.
H: But we need three. Amy has three, Ryker's mom has three.
M: That's what they want, but Mommy and Daddy just want two.
H: Well, I would like another baby. How do we get one?
M: Ask Daddy.
If these are the questions that are being asked at 5, I don't want to be around when he figures out that he's part me and part Daddy.