So, we’re having dinner and Isabel out of the blue asks,
“Are you having anymore babies?”
I said, “HELL NO!! Um, no, baby. Why?”
“Just wondering. How do you have a baby??”
“What do you mean?”
“How do you know it’s time for you to have the baby?”
“Oh, um…” (I start trying to explain what a contraction is and Tristan breaks in because he is so knowledgable in this department… He actually does know how it all “works” but I think he was trying to make it to what he thought was “age appropriate” for Isabel… I hope.)
“See Isabel, a pelican flies over your house and drops the baby off…”
A pelican. See, all this time I thought it was a stork. Good thing I have my 12 yr old here to enlighten me.
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