8:30 am, Friday. Summer.
One child in the bedroom, on the laptop, with earphones on, after bellowing, "Get out!" at siblings.
One child in the shower, bellowing "Part of Your World".
One child sitting on the floor, sifting through the container of the guinea pig's "cereal".
Two children on Netflix, watching Weird Wonders of the World.
And one child standing at my shoulder as I try to write out a grocery list.
"Mom? Is it true that the man pees into the woman, and that's what makes a baby?"
"Wha...? No, he doesn't pee."
"Then what does he do?"
"It's a different fluid, called sperm. The sperm is the seed that fertilizes the woman's egg."
"So he pees sperm into her belly button?"
"No, not the belly button... And he doesn't pee."
"So, the man basically doesn't do anything?"
I struggle to keep down a shout of laughter, but my face is fighting me, just as it did the other day the second after I demanded, "Why did you call your sister 'buttface'?"
The child knows something is up. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. The man has to put his private parts into the woman to get the sperm in her."
"In her bottom?"
"No, where she pees. The baby has to go in the same way it comes out."
"Gross!"
"Yes, isn't it? And that's why only married people who love and trust each other should do anything to make a baby. Now let me make my list if you want to go to the picnic today."
Well, it is pretty bizarre when you think about.
O Rex Gentium
11 hours ago
3 comments:
As my father's joke's punchline goes, God is a civil engineer, because who else would put a toxic waste dump next to a playground when designing the human body?
Bizaare and ludicrous, I've always thought. And yet sacred. An interesting insight into God's personality when you stop and think about it.
Children always spring these questions on you when you're doing something like writing the grocery list, LOL!
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