Last night, during our after bath snuggle on my bed, Milo looked at me, his clean face starting to look sleepy-sweet.
"Mom, I want another girl baby, another baby sister." (Me, too, little buddy -- or a boy baby, either would be fine. And soon would be great!)
"That would be nice, wouldn't it? You'd like having two little sisters?" (So you don't have to share your Star Wars guys.)
"When I was a baby, I grew in here, your tummy, right?" His hand gently rested on my abdomen. "Do you have a baby in here right now?"
"Uh, no sweetie. Not right now." (That's the bacon cheeseburger I had for supper you're feeling, Ace.)
"How did I get into your tummy?" (Dun, dun, dun....)
I so was not expecting to have that conversation last night. Not at all. Not for a while -- maybe when I am pregnant and he can see evidence of a new sibling, but not a random conversation, sparked by genuine curiosity. Nope, didn't expect that.
"Well, Daddy has a seed and Mommy has a seed and they meet," I said, pressing the tips of my index fingers together lightly. "The seed goes in Mommy's tummy and the baby grows." (I hope he doesn't ask more, this seems appropriate, right?)"
"It goes on your tummy and makes a baby?" (Only if Daddy misses.)
"No, honey, IN my tummy."
"How does it get IN your tummy?"
At this point, I notice that Scott has appeared in the doorway, looking at me quizzically and starting to chuckle. He knows that I'm unsure of how to answer this question, but he's going to leave me high and dry and choose to smirk, rather than to help me out, I just know it.
"Umm... Mommy and Daddy have a special hug that puts the seeds in my tummy." (Please, please, please buy it. Please? I'm begging more than you do when you want a new toy... Please?)
"Is it a hug no one sees?" (I sure hope so...)
"Yep." Scott is shaking with silent laughter now.
Milo recaps, "You have a special seed and Daddy has a special seed that go like this (he does the finger thing) in your tummy when you do a special hug that no one sees?"
"Yep, that's it!" (Please be OK with this explanation, pretty please with a Ben Ten figure on top?)
"OK. Do I have school tomorrow?" (Whew! Saved by the bell...)
And, so, mothers of the other preschoolers, please forgive my son if he's talking about special seeds and special hugs tomorrow. That was the first time I had to explain the birds and the bees and I think I did OK, don't you?