So my children are now at that curious age where they are asking a lot of questions about the inevitably awkward topic of procreation. My husband and I both agree that using anatomical language (none of this "wee wee" or "hoo haa" stuff) and being honest is the best way to go; obviously without being graphic.
So when asked, we explained that they came from between Mommy's legs...which got a bunch of doe-eyed confused expressions that led to more questions so I explained further using my favourite word (NOT!)..the vagina...they come from the vagina. This was a bit mind blowing to them just like when I explained to my son that the sack under his penis will one day be responsible for his children. I seriously thought their heads might explode but to my delight, it was their mouths that exploded with laughter. So they just laugh it off and one of them calls the other a "pee pee head" or something similar and two seconds later they're asking if they can have a cheese sandwich for lunch.
All this was fine until yesterday my daughter comes home and tells me that her Asian friend Cam in her class is from China and he gets to go there and live there. She digresses to say how unfair it is that he gets to live there and she doesn't. But then she says "But at least we're from the same place". And I say "What do you mean?" and *she's 4 years old people* she says "He's from China and I'm from Va-China so we're the same!!" (this is stated with utmost enthusiasm). I pretty much peed laughing...but then again, if you read my other blog, you already know I have this dilemma frequently.
Suddenly that trip to China my husband was talking about has a whole new meaning.
So when asked, we explained that they came from between Mommy's legs...which got a bunch of doe-eyed confused expressions that led to more questions so I explained further using my favourite word (NOT!)..the vagina...they come from the vagina. This was a bit mind blowing to them just like when I explained to my son that the sack under his penis will one day be responsible for his children. I seriously thought their heads might explode but to my delight, it was their mouths that exploded with laughter. So they just laugh it off and one of them calls the other a "pee pee head" or something similar and two seconds later they're asking if they can have a cheese sandwich for lunch.
All this was fine until yesterday my daughter comes home and tells me that her Asian friend Cam in her class is from China and he gets to go there and live there. She digresses to say how unfair it is that he gets to live there and she doesn't. But then she says "But at least we're from the same place". And I say "What do you mean?" and *she's 4 years old people* she says "He's from China and I'm from Va-China so we're the same!!" (this is stated with utmost enthusiasm). I pretty much peed laughing...but then again, if you read my other blog, you already know I have this dilemma frequently.
Suddenly that trip to China my husband was talking about has a whole new meaning.