Last night, an innocent conversation took a turn I wasn’t ready for. Cole (4) was joking that he’s too old to be my baby and be cuddled anymore. I made a sad face and said if he didn’t cuddle with us anymore, it would only make Daddy want another baby all the more. (Ongoing discussion in the house is how hubby wants a third and I don’t.)
Nate (7) was in the room and said, “so Mom. If you want to get a baby in your belly, do you just wish for it and then it’s there?”
I knew I was about to tread some freaky conversation waters when I hesitated and then responded, “Well no Nate, it’s a little more complicated than that.”
“Then how? How does a Mom get a baby in their belly?”, he then of course asked.
I knew then and there that I was pretty much screwed. I did not have a reasonable answer for him. I certainly don’t feel like he’s ready for the honest truth of it but he’s smart. I couldn’t give him a bullshit answer. I said nothing for a few seconds.
Hubby, who happened to be passing by and heard the whole thing was much quicker.
“So Nate, you know how every month in our fish tank, the Mommy Angelfish lays those eggs on the filter?”, he says. ”So for the eggs to turn into babies, the Daddy has to swim by to fertilize the eggs.”
Nate looks at him,”What? Does Mommy have eggs? How do her eggs get fertlized?”
At this point I had no qualms about being silent. I changed the subject and got them moving with, “OKAY BOYS, TIME FOR BED!!”
We left the conversation unfinished. I know it will come up again. I don’t know what to tell them. Neither does hubby either as he’s now compared my eggs to fish eggs stuck to our tank filter. Classy.