So there we are (myself and the two older girls) in the car driving to the dump of all places when Hannah (4) blurts out “I don’t think I want to have any babies, Daddy.”
Woah. What? My mind suddenly filled with scenarios of jealosy and resentment towards the twins, etc. I quickly replied “Oh yeah, honey? How come?”
Her answer was very matter-of-fact: “I don’t want a big cut on my belly.”
Whew! Is that all? That’s nothing! Now, I should have had my guard up as soon as we got anywhere near birth, but I was so sure of my answer that I plowed ahead. I dove in without checking for depth.
Confidently, I assured Hannah that not all babies require “cuts” to be born, and that, in fact, both her and Bella had been born without any cuts required!
Great, right? No, you see it, don’t you… her next question.
“Well, then, how did I get out of Mommy’s tummy?”
Panic. I blurted out the only answer that came to mind – it’s served me so well in the past: “You’ll have to ask Mommy when we get home.”
Knowing the conversation on this topic was decidedly over, Hannah turned to Isabella and concluded: “I must have made my own hole.”Pin It