Because I like to share my 'parenting genius' with you all....here is the latest. I was pushing the kids through the neighborhood on a walk and Garrett, out of the clear blue, turns around and asks: "how did that baby in your belly get there?".
I would like to preface my response by saying--it was a beautiful day, everyone was 'out and about' in the neighborhood, and I live in one of those places where everyone knows everyone--which kind of made me feel like I was answering this question on the 5 o'clock news.
So you know what I said???? "I DON'T KNOW."
Like pregnancy was just this strange occurrence that could happen to any unsuspecting person walking down the street and I was totally clueless how I found myself in this situation. Awesome. I'm sure this will be one of the many things Garrett and his therapist can talk about when he's older.
I did recover quickly and blubbered something dumb about "when two people love each other" blah blah blah "and they are married" blah "God puts a baby in the mommy's tummy" blah blah--but by this point Garrett was talking about Spiderman again and not listening to me at all. Who can blame him, right? As I type this, I'm thinking I better get my 'safe-for-4yr-old-boy-ears' answer ready for the question I will surely be blindsided with next: "how does that baby get out?".