She’s 3 years old.
I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t have to answer those kinds of questions till she was about 7 or 8.
No such luck.
I was enjoying a nice mug of tea after another long shitty day in telecoms when I look at the face of my 3 year old: innocent and pure.
Then she hits me with it:
Mummy. Where do babies come from?
You’re kidding me right?
In steps J with his scientific ‘man’ approach:
The Hot Geek: Babies live in their mummy’s tummy before they’re born
The Girl: How do they get there Daddy?
I raise an eyebrow that suggests if this goes wrong, we’ll be having words….
The Hot Geek: OK, think about your tomato plant.
…. this should be a corker…
The Hot Geek: Your tomatoes grew from seeds didn’t they?
The Girl: Yeah
The Hot Geek: Well, babies are kind of the same
The Girl: How?
The Hot Geek: Babies grow from seeds and live in their mummy’s tummy until they’re ready to be born
The Girl: Why?
The Hot Geek: Because babies can’t live in their mummy’s tummy forever. Look at you, you’re not in mummy’s tummy now are you?
The Girl: No.
Just as The Hot Geek was starting to look the cat that got the cream, he hears:
The Girl: Daddy, do babies come from tomatoes?
It’s about now that The Hot Geek looked at me, I’m guessing, for some kind of back up. I decided to sit back and let him roll with it. He was doing so well after all…..
The Hot Geek: No my angel, babies don’t come from tomatoes.
The Girl was just sat there, big, wide blue eyes not quite getting it.
He scratches his head in bemusement..
The Hot Geek: Babies grow in their mummy’s tummy and then they’re born. Does that answer your question?
The Girl: Mummy, where do babies come from?
Me: Love. Babies come from love
The Girl: Ahh, that’s lovely mummy
That’s where babies come from…..