Monday, February 11, 2013

I'm not ready for this.


Friday in the van...

Ryan: "Mom? How do babies get into your stomach?"
Me: "Um, that's a conversation we need to have privately - just you, me and Daddy."
Ryan: "Do you do a lot of smooch kissing?"
Me: "Ha!  Something like that."
Ryan: "Can we just talk about it now?"
Me: "No. I need to talk to Daddy to decide if it's time for this discussion."
Ryan: "How old were you when you found out?"
Me: "Hmmm...I was your age."
Ryan: "See? This is something I need to know."

(Lord, help me.)
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3 comments:

The DutchMac Tribe said...

I had this scare with Mr T a few months back. Luckily, it was just before bedtime so I was able to delay by saying 'You know, honey, I have a great book written just for children that will help me explain it in a way you understand. But we don't have a lot of time now, and I don't want to rush through it, so let's wait until tomorrow, ok?'

Thankfully, by the time 'tomorrow' rolled around, he forgot all about it! Do you suppose I could be as lucky a second time around??? ;-)

Good luck with yours. Let us know how it goes!

Lisa said...

HA! Love it!!

Anonymous said...

So . . . How did it go???

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